Marry Me Quick

Chapter 107

Su Ziyue flipped through channels with the remote control in her hand. Without her noticing, she had switched to a channel that was airing a gourmet show.

It was showing viewers how to prepare steamed fish with scallion oil without using chilies.

In the midst of being fascinated with it, Su Ziyue then heard the sounds coming from the entrance.

Su Ziyue turned her head around to see Qin Muchen carrying his jacket in his hands as he walked over.

“You’re back.” Su Ziyue squinted her eyes as she put on a smile.

Qin Muchen was carrying his suit jacket in his arm when he walked over with a calm expression on his face. He turned his head toward the TV screen when he was just in front of Su Ziyue.

He then questioned her, “Are you craving for this?”

“N-No.” Su Ziyue blinked her eyes whilst holding the remote control in her hand. In fact, she was curious about how to cook.

Qin Muchen stared at her for two seconds before he abruptly leaned over. His hands pressed against the edge of the sofa as he smooched her lips. “Give me a moment,” he whispered.

Qin Muchen headed toward the kitchen after placing his jacket on the sofa.

Su Ziyue touched her own lips as her cheeks flushed red; he had always acted so naturally whenever he did something intimate to her.

As she turned her head to glance at his figure, a sudden thought came to mind. Give him a moment?

What exactly am I waiting for?

She finally realized Qin Muchen’s intentions when it was time for dinner. When he asked her to wait, he was asking her to hold on while he prepared the dish.

Su Ziyue had a pair of chopsticks in her hand while she glanced at the fish that was covered in green scallions. She was sensibly touched.

Other than her father, no one had ever treated her better than Qin Muchen did.

“Are you going to eat with your mind?”

Qin Muchen had noticed that she had not dug in yet. He raised his sight to look at her as he picked out the fish bones before placing pieces of meat into her bowl. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Throughout the entire time, there weren’t any unusual expressions on his face—be it while he was speaking to Su Ziyue or placing pieces of meat into her bowl.

Si Ziyue hung her head while she gobbled up every piece of meat that was put into her bowl. At the

same time, she responded to the question that Qin Muchen had asked her just moments ago. “You can try to cook with your mind next time.”

The fish had a silky and tender texture to it with no smell at all. Even though no chilies were added, it tasted delicious to Su Ziyue, who was someone who liked spiciness.

Su Ziyue reached out her chopsticks again after she devoured the fish in the bowl.

Qin Muchen raised his eyebrows after hearing what she had said. He then spoke up with his deep voice and said, “I won’t be able to cook with my mind, but…”

He abruptly stopped there in the middle of his words. Su Ziyue did not understand what he meant by that, so she raised her eyes to look at him. “Huh?”

“I can use my mind to make the temperature rise.” Qin Muchen locked his gaze with hers as his eyes darkened.

Evidently, Su Ziyue did not believe what he had said after giving him a glance.

Qin Muchen only let out a smile that could hardly be understood; he did not care at all.

…

Right after dinner, Su Ziyue pushed him upstairs and ordered him to take a shower while she did the dishes downstairs.

After she was done cleaning up, she went upstairs just as Qin Muchen stepped out from the shower

clad in soft, casual wear.

Qin Muchen seemed to be less chilling after he had taken off his suit. He even seemed livelier—unlike how unapproachable he appeared during the day.

Qin Muchen stopped drying his hair as he noticed Su Ziyue walking over. He then reached out his hand to touch her head. “Go take a bath; the water is ready.

“Already?” Su Ziyue was startled.

Qin Muchen turned around and took a seat on the sofa, not uttering a word as he picked up his tablet. Su Ziyue did not know what he was going to do.

After Su Ziyue was done with her bath, she could still see Qin Muchen sitting right on the sofa. She then went onto the bed herself. Staring at him with her pair of watery eyes, Su Ziyue said, “I’m going to sleep.”

“Come here.” Qin Muchen did not raise his head at all; his fingers were still gliding on the screen of the tablet, his face looking sullen as if there was something important that he wanted to tell her.

Su Ziyue could only get out of bed before she walked over. “What’s the matter?”

Right when she was about to question him as she stood in front of him, the sullen looking man—who was staring at his tablet just moments ago—tossed his tablet aside. Qin Muchen then reached out his hand to pull her into his arms.

Since she had not expected it, Su Ziyue fell into his arms; she was tightly held between his arms before

she could bump into anything. Nonetheless, right in front of her eyes was his seductive Adam’s apple. Her cheeks were flashing red when she caught scent of his peculiar, chilly odor that was all over his body.