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257, Are You Acting Cute?

2With one hand on the steering wheel, Huo Yunting glanced in his peripheral vision at her eyes that filled with light. His lips arched. "When you satisfy me, I will satisfy you."

Satisfying his sexual desire?

Just for a hot pot?

She was not that cheap!

"Never mind, if you are not willing. Let's just get a quick bite!"

She leaned on the chair. Her hands in between her knees as she glanced over the bracelet on her wrist.

Twenty-four years old; it was the year of fate, which was her zodiac year.

It was said that one would have bad luck in the year of fate. But it seemed that she did not have that much of luck in any other times as well.

Was something going to happen in the coming year?

It terrified her to even think of that.

Huo Yunting had no idea what was in her mind, but he was not particularly happy for not sleeping with her for so long. He was surprised by how he had survived the abstinence for far.

He drove her all the way home, and when they were about to reach, Lu Zhaoyang looked at him, displeased.

"If not hot pot, we can at least have something else to eat. Why are you coming back straight away?"

She was indeed hungry.

"How about eating me?" Huo Yunting depressed the brake and let the car grind to a complete halt before turning to look at her. "You can choose where to start."

"I rather cook myself a bowl of noodles!" Her mouth twitched, and she got off the car.

She had only gone a few steps before finding herself in a warm embrace, and before she knew it, Huo Yunting had lifted her up and made their way to the door.

"Going at your speed, I will take the beef and you, the soup!"

Beef? What beef?

Lu Zhaoyang was baffled as to what he meant. But as soon as they were inside the house, a steaming fresh aroma drifted into her nostril, arousing her appetite. She looked into the dining hall, wide-eyed.

She was starving.

On the dining table, the soup was boiling in the pot as the maid began to add slices of beef and mutton. The table was full of fish and shrimp and Lu Zhaoyang's favorite vegetable.

She swallowed and could not wait to get off Huo Yunting.

Huo Yunting was a little pissed and not willing to let her go.

"I will make you sit on my lap while I eat if you struggle again."

Lu Zhaoyang stopped struggling immediately. She did not want to sit on his lap while eating; that would be indecent.

But Huo Yunting now hoped she could at least struggle a bit.

Why is she so resistive?

At last, she got free from Huo Yunting. Lu Zhaoyang immediately went to sit at the opposite side of the table. With chopsticks in hand, she blinked. "Can I eat now? I am starviiiiing~~."

"Are you acting cute?"

Huo Yunting seemed to enjoy looking at her little face. If the word 'starviiiiing' did not mean acting cute, then what was?

Lu Zhaoyang shot him a look and said no more as she began to enjoy the meal.

When Huo Yunting saw that, he sat down sulkily.

The hot pot was steaming hot, but Lu Zhaoyang was totally enjoying it. Her face blushed from the steam.

Compared to the food, Huo Yunting thought that she looked even more tempting.

Lu Zhaoyang swallowed a slice of beef and glanced at the Huo Yunting who was in a daze. "Will you be full by just staring at me?"

He cracked a smile. "Of course not. But if you are willing to feed me, then that will be another story."

"Get lost!" Lu Zhaoyang ignored him and continued with her meal.

Soon, she noticed that Huo Yunting finally started his. But not long after, a peeled shrimp landed in her bowl.

Lu Zhaoyang looked up and saw him peeling shrimps.

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