Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 85 - 61: In Your Heart, Do I Go Well with Milk?
Chapter 85: Chapter 61: In Your Heart, Do I Go Well with Milk?
The man was grooming himself, while Ji Sang sat patiently on the sofa, admiring the photos they had just taken. As she couldn’t help but shake her head in admiration, her phone suddenly rang.
Ji Sang looked at the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen and slightly furrowed her brows.
“Hello…?”
“Sister Ah Shang, it’s me.”
Yi Feng’s voice came through, cautious and with a hint of anticipation.
“How did you get my number?”
...
“…”
Yi Feng stopped, unsure of how to explain.
After asking, Ji Sang understood.
If he could find out about the orphanage incidents from those years, then a private phone number was just a piece of cake.
“Sister Ah Shang”
Yi Feng’s voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.
“I was just too anxious.”
Too anxious to know whether Ji Sang was really the sister from those years.
Ji Sang pinched the space between her eyebrows.
“Mm-hmm, is there something you need?”
“Sister Ah Shang, we are going to the orphanage the day after tomorrow, do you remember?”
“…Of course, Mr. Yi, this is my job.”
“Mm, Sister Ah Shang, I am looking forward to our meeting the day after tomorrow.”
Ji Sang: …
“Mr. Yi, I…”
“Sister Ah Shang, please don’t call me Mr. Yi.”
Yi Feng spoke pitifully, his voice even quieter due to his low spirits.
“Can’t you call me Xiao Feng?”
Ji Sang: …
“If that’s really not okay, you can call me Yi Feng for now. Sister Ah Shang, please don’t call me Mr. Yi.”
“Yi… Yi Feng? I really don’t remember the incidents from back then.”
“It doesn’t matter, Sister Ah Shang, as long as I remember. Let’s take it slow, Sister Ah Shang. I have something else to tend to, I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”
After hanging up the phone, Ji Sang stared at the phone screen and sighed.
“What’s the matter?”
Fu Yisi raised an eyebrow looking at the woman on the sofa. Was she implying that he took too long to wash up?
Ji Sang snapped back to reality, threw her phone aside, and turned to look at the man who had just finished his shower, a flash of amazement crossing her eyes.
Fu Yisi had come out directly, not bothering to dry his hair, which dripped water from its ends, wetting the collar of his bathrobe.
A different kind of temptation.
“Shall we start now?!”
Ji Sang jumped off the sofa, picking up her DSLR.
“We can go to the separate shower room, it’s more spacious and open! Shall we?”
Ji Sang was very excited. She could almost imagine how stunning the scene would be in just a moment. The fantasies she had earlier were about to come true today.
Thinking this, Ji Sang grew even more impatient.
“Fu Yisi, hurry up.”
Fu Yisi: …
“Ji Sang.”
The man called out, stopping the nearly bouncing woman.
“What did I say last night? Hm?”
Ji Sang blinked in confusion, following the man’s gaze and slowly looked down.
“…”
“That…”
Ji Sang scratched her head.
“I was too eager.”
“Mm?”
“I was wrong.”
Ji Sang pursed her lips, looking down and dejectedly put on her shoes next to the sofa. Perhaps feeling too spineless, Ji Sang looked up, wanting to argue, but upon seeing Fu Yisi’s deep gaze, she unconsciously lowered her voice.
“Actually… the floor isn’t cold at all.”
She wasn’t very cold-resistant; if it was cold, she would definitely feel unwell and would have put her shoes on after realizing it.
“By the time you realize, your health will have completely deteriorated.”
Fu Yisi still had a stern face. When it came to health issues, Ji Sang was not allowed to be wilful. The man pondered for a while, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“If you let me see something like this again, I won’t be your model anymore.”
The man originally wanted to threaten Ji Sang, but when these words reached her ears, it became a possibility that Fu Yisi might still be her model in front of the camera in the future.
Ji Sang’s eyes sparkled even more brightly.
“So does that mean whenever you’re free and I’m free in the future, we can take pictures like today?”
Fu Yisi: …
“Um.”
Ji Sang couldn’t hold back and jumped with joy.
“!!!!!!!!! Fu Yisi, you’re really too nice! I’ll definitely remember to wear shoes in the future!”
Perhaps it was Ji Sang’s infectious laughter, but the corners of Fu Yisi’s mouth also curled into an obvious smile as he reached out and ruffled her hair.
“Hurry up, I still have to make breakfast for you.”
“Aw!”
And so, Ji Sang, holding the man’s hand, went out with him into the separate bathroom.
The space in the bathroom was definitely large, but with two people entering at the same time and Fu Yisi’s tall stature and long legs, even Ji Sang, who was excited, felt that something was off.
She wore a sleep dress that wasn’t very conservative, and Fu Yisi wore a bathrobe.
The air seemed to suddenly become scarce and scorching hot.
The man spoke first.
“What should we do?”
Ji Sang came back to her senses and pointed at the double bathtub inside.
“Sit here.”
Fu Yisi sat down.
“And then?”
“Wait a minute.”
Ji Sang searched around the sink and was a bit surprised when she found the rose petals inside.
“These too?”
The man glanced at them.
“Maybe the auntie prepared them.”
Over at the apartment, Fu Yisi didn’t specifically look for a housekeeper; Ye Lin directly let an auntie who had worked for the Fu Family for over ten years come over twice every two days. As for the rose petals, Fu Yisi thought, they must be something his mother had specially instructed.
Clearly, Ji Sang wasn’t thinking much; she took a handful of petals and sprinkled them into the tub, one even falling onto Fu Yisi’s collarbone.
It seemed something was still missing.
After pondering for a while, Ji Sang put down the DSLR she was holding in her hand.
“I’ll go grab something, be right back.”
Fu Yisi looked down, picked up the DSLR that was set aside, leaned back against the wall of the tub, and casually browsed through his photos. When he saw his own image inside, his eyes slightly narrowed.
So, this is how he looked in Ji Sang’s eyes.
A light smile flickered in his deep black eyes, occasionally sacrificing some of his typically cool image, which actually seemed pretty nice.
Seemingly in a better mood, Fu Yisi put the DSLR back, and was about to remove the petal from his collarbone, but just as he touched it, he changed his mind and instead placed a petal at the edge of his bathrobe lapel.
It was subtly suggestive.
By the time Ji Sang returned several minutes later, Fu Yisi lifted his eyelids to see what the little woman had gone to get, but when he spotted the glass of milk in her hand, a vein on his forehead seemed to jump.
He thought she would bring a glass of wine.
“Milk?”
For the first time, the man couldn’t help but frown unhappily.
“In your eyes, do I match with milk?”
Ji Sang shook her head.
“Nope, they are worlds apart. Milk is for sweet and innocent puppies.”
Fu Yisi: …
“So?”
Suddenly, Ji Sang squinted her eyes.
“It’s precisely because they don’t match that there’s visual impact.”
A restrained person like Fu Yisi, the clash between wet-hair allure and milk—wasn’t it interesting?
Ji Sang handed the milk to him with a smile.
“Take a sip.”
“Wet your lips with milk.”
“Right, then tilt your head back, look at the camera.”
“Try to have a sultry look in your eyes, yes, cold yet bewitching.”
“Reveal your Adam’s apple, let a little milk spill out.”
“Smile a bit, yes yes yes, just like your usual derisive smile that isn’t very likable.”
Fu Yisi: …
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