Sweet Wife in My Arms

First light passed through the thin mist. The curtains were occasionally lifted by the breeze, and from inside came sounds that made one blush.

There was a cloying smell in the air that kept thickening.

They were young couples who had been apart for a long time. As the saying goes, parting makes the heart grow fonder. If they had not been so stressed in that time, their lust would have been even stronger now.

Lu Yi was serious and seemingly cold. Others had once believed that he had no desire for women. However, none of them knew that he would actually turn into a wolf at night, but only showed affection to the woman he loved.

Otherwise, he would just do it stiffly and dutifully with no joy, as though he was completing a mission.

That was the kind of person he was. He repressed his thoughts and his bodily desires. If he hadn't married Yan Huan--a woman he loved to the bones, and had married the likes of Fang Zhu instead, he would have had a really hard time summoning his libido.

On that day, they skipped both breakfast and lunch.

At night, Yan Huan pushed her head against his chest and hugged his waist tightly.

"I want to eat buns, hubby."

"Meat buns?" asked Lu Yi, stroking her hair gently. They had been at it for nearly a day. The nanny came three times, but left when she thought nobody was at home.

Yan Huan shook her head. "Vegetable buns. No meat buns."

"I'll go buy them," said Lu Yi, putting on his clothes.

"Don't go," Yan Huan tightened her arms around his waist. She didn't want him to leave.

How do I buy the buns for you if I don't leave?

Lu Yi was helplessly amused at Yan Huan's behavior. She was like a little baby that needed to be comforted.

Oh well.

He took his phone and started scrolling.

"Here, order what you want."

He had almost forgotten about the existence of the delivery service. He himself had been eating delivery for a long time, and has put on weight thanks to all that excessive sitting.

"This, this, and this," pointed Yan Huan.

All vegetables bun with no meat.

Lu Yi ordered a few more vegetable buns, along with meat buns for himself.

After ordering, Lu Yi tossed his phone aside. Thirty minutes was enough for one more time. However, even then, he wouldn't have exhausted all his stamina yet.

Phone in hand, the delivery boy made another call. Is the entire family out? Could I have gotten the address wrong? I have come all the way here, please don't mess with me... It's about time too. Could it be no one is at home? The address...

He checked it a few times but found no mistakes. This was definitely the place.

He knocked on the door once more, wondering if the person who made the order had left his phone somewhere where he couldn't hear the ringtone.

Knock, knock...

Unwilling to give up, he knocked again after a while.

At last, he resigned to the dismal fate of having to foot the bill himself. He wanted to cry when he thought about the price of the order. It was expensive enough to last him for a month.

Who on earth ordered this? This isn't the right way to spend money! What kind of pig spends so much on delivery?

No, they weren't going to eat it in the first place. They were here to prank him, to trick him. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He had to urge to wipe his face with his sleeves.

Cry, cry, let it all out. It's not a sin for a man to cry.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he heard the door opening from behind.

He whirled around and saw a man at the doorstep in a white bathrobe. The man was tall, his clothes fitted on him loosely. His chest muscles were formidable, but his collarbone was sexy. His features were chiseled like the masterpiece of an artisan, and his eyes, nose, lips, were all brimming with manliness. He stood by the door, languid and casual. He didn't seem very happy.

"Pass it to me," said Lu Yi, reaching out.

The delivery boy came back to his senses and quickly passed the food to him. The man only needed one hand to easily carry the things he needed two hands to carry.

"I'm so hungry," said a soft and silvery voice. A small hand swaddled in bandages appeared at the man's waist.

The man was too tall, so the delivery boy couldn't see what the woman looked like, but her voice was soft and sweet-sounding, enough to make a man melt.

He tried to steal another glance--he didn't have any ill intentions, and was simply curious about the looks of the woman behind such a nice voice.

That was when a cold gaze stopped at his neck. He felt as though a cold gust was blustering against him.

He looked at and stared into a pair of sullen and menacing eyes that nearly froze his soul. He found it harder to breathe, as though a hand was clamped around his throat.

Bam! Lu Yi shut the door, leaving the stunned delivery boy outside.

What...what was that just now?

Were those a killer's eyes?

M-mummy!

Anyone who sends delivery here is at the bottom of their luck!

Inside the room, Lu Yi put the delivery box on the table, behind him an additional "tail" that stuck herself to him.

He made Yan Huan sit down, went to the washroom, took out a dampened towel, and began cleaning her hands.

Then, carefully avoiding the unhealed wounds on her face, he helped her wipe her face too. His little woman had good skin. Even after those days in the blazing sun and harsh wind, her skin was smooth and silky. Sea City was humid, so she didn't really need facial products here. Her skin was good indeed.

Lu Yi opened the delivery box and arranged its contents on the table.

The days of "force-feeding" had begun for Yan Huan once again. The wound in her hand was quite bad, especially her right hand which got further injured. Therefore, holding chopsticks or spoons was not an option.

She had to depend on Lu Yi to feed her. As for how much he would like to feed her, that depended on him.

Lu Yi put his phone to his ears, the laptop still on his laps.

"Yeah, I won't be coming to work in a while. I'll be going on a one-month leave, so send any new cases to my computer."