Chapter 146 - Are you dying?

Qing Chen took a shower before he headed down to his wife's room through the window. Even before he got there, his heart was beating too loud in his chest. What was it that she wanted to do that was a secret? He didn't want to think of anything s.e.x.u.a.l. But his mind kept drifting to it.

When he got there, everything looked normal. Feng Xuan's hair was still drying and she was in her sleeping clothes—which was a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. "Oh great, you're already here."

"Yeah."

Feng Xuan was smiling at him mischievously and her voice was husky. "I know you won't tell anyone about this." When she walked towards him, it was as if everything was in slow motion. "I think it'll be really sweet."

"What will?"

"I'll give you a taste."

"Of?"

"Although… once you've tasted it, you're not allowed to not finish."

His eyebrows shut upwards.

She was already too close now that he could smell the coconut shampoo she used. Most of the items they used in the bathrooms were organic. He bet Feng Xuan skin would smell of lavender.

His heartbeat tripled. "Are you sure?"

"Am I sure of what?" she asked and then reached—not for him but for the closet door.

What?

Then Feng Xuan bent down and a moment later, she was holding a plate and two forks. "I baked tonight!" she exclaimed with a huge smile on her face. 

"Oh," Qing Chen smiled back at her. "I see."

"Although I'm not sure if it's cooked through. It looked cooked from the outside. The oven was a little old and I'm afraid it didn't produce enough heat." She suddenly looked unsure. "We have to finish it even if it tastes bad. I can't really throw it in the trash. The other students would find it."

Qing Chen looked at the small cake. It looked safe enough.

"Are you worried about the calories? We'll burn it by tomorrow."

Qing Chen looked at his wife. "No, not at all." He took it and they sat down on the floor where the moonlight flooded in. It was cold but Feng Xuan's warmth seeped through his clothes when she pressed against him.

She handed him a fork. "Are you ready?" 

Qing Chen winced inside his head. Why was he still thinking of something s.e.x.u.a.l? It was a cake! Goodness. "Yeah," he answered and Feng Xuan sliced the side of her fork on the top.

"Oh no." It was a disaster. "It's soft. It's wet."

Qing Chen clamped his lips shut. Was she doing this intentionally or…

"Look," she said and turned the cake. Bright red thick syrup came out of the cut. "It's supposed to be cooked inside. It turned into a souffle!"

Qing Chen was just begging for his mind to be elsewhere. He forked the cake and took a piece. It looked soaked through with the red syrup, staining the supposed light yellow cake. It was strawberry flavored.

"It's good," he said, his lips felt sticky with the syrup. "Just a little too sweet."

Feng Xuan took her own bite. "Hmm… yeah, it's actually pretty good."

"Why did you bake tonight?" Qing Chen ate some more.

"Nothing." But her tone suggested otherwise.

He smiled. "Are you going to ask me for something?"

Feng Xuan lifted her head and looked at him through her lashes. A naughty smile on her lips. "Maybe."

Qing Chen almost shivered. He shook his head. What was going on? He couldn't understand what she wants. "Xuan, you're killing me."

She bit the end of her fork and his attention was brought to her red lips. "Are you dying?"

Snap out of it, he told himself. But he gave into it. "You're seducing me."

She scr.a.p.ed the last of the cake and fed it to Qing Chen. "Am I?"

"What do you want?" 

She cleared their plate and forks. Then sat down on Qing Chen's lap, putting her arms around his neck. "Do you think I'll make a great assassin?"

"Of course."

"I mean, an assassin that would seduce men and then kill them."

Qing Chen let out a laugh and placed his hand on her waist. "You have to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I bet you won't even have to seduce your target. He, or she, would come to you."

Her eyes and thumb slowly trailed on Qing Chen's throat.

"Are you thinking of breaking my neck?" he joked.

"A bit," she laughed. Then her thumb was on his lips. "But I'm thinking more about this."

Feng Xuan lowered her head and let their lips touched. It was like a lightning bolt struck Qing Chen from where he sat. They weren't exactly kissing. Their lips were just sliding against each other. He became more aware with everything else—how Feng Xuan's knees tightened at his side, and her fingers in his hair… It sent vibrations throughout his entire body. He breathed her in.

When she drew back, he told her, "You're not allowed to do that to your targets."

She lazily grinned at him. "I'm gonna kill them even before they get to kiss me."

"You'll hurt your knees. Let's move to the bed."

Feng Xuan waited until Qing Chen was laying down before she got on top of him again and all he could think about was: sweet god. 

"We're not supposed to be doing this." Her eyes were looking at every inch of Qing Chen's face. "But don't you find it more exhilarating?"

Qing Chen chuckled. "You're crazy." He reached out and pulled her down until their lips touched. He wanted to take it slow, but it was Feng Xuan who coaxed his lips open and deepened the kiss.

And before he knew it, his hands were roaming on her body—everywhere he could reach. Her legs, thighs, waist, back, and to her neck and face. He moved to flip them over, but Feng Xuan pressed him down the bed with a hand on his chest. "I'll lead," she whispered against his lips.

She sat more firmly on Qing Chen's pelvis. She rocked her body and felt his hold on her tighten. The low growl from his throat sounded like music in her ears.

His blood was rushing in his veins. All he could hear were Feng Xuan's gasps and short intakes of breath, their lips melding together, and the loud beat of his heart. Everything else was blocked out. It felt like the world could burn down and he wouldn't even notice.

"Chen," Feng Xuan said when he was kissing the side of her face. "I want you to do stuff with me."

His eyes opened. "What?!"

"Not that THAT. At least not yet." She licked her lips. "But other stuff." She kissed his lips and whispered, "I'm strong. I'm not going to break if you get a little rough."

Feng Xuan's hands clutched his. It was only then did he notice that they were balled into fists at the hem of her shirt. He breathed out shakily against her neck. 

"It's okay." She kissed him again. "Stop holding back."

That was all he needed to hear.