Chapter 12 - Rogue (1/2)

Yan Mei's hand unconsciously touched her lips as she stared at her reflection in the mirror in a haze. She thought that he would take things further, but after kissing her for a few minutes, he pulled away from her and chuckled nastily.

”Wifey, if we don't stop, I don't think I can control myself. And I don't want our first time to be on a door.”

Yan Mei's face reddened when she heard him, especially when she felt his hard-on rubbing against her belly. She pushed him away and ran towards her room.

She couldn't believe that just a kiss alone could fluctuate her emotions like that. Taking a deep breath, she sorted out her emotions and decided to go back downstairs.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she didn't see him in the living room. She felt a pang of sadness. She thought that she would come down and find him waiting for her.

Jerk! Didn't he say that he would cook for her? Yan Mei was slightly annoyed.

Just as she was about to walk back up to her room, she heard a noise in the kitchen. 'Was it a thief?' Yan Mei frowned as she thought.

When she got to the kitchen, she saw Lei Zhao skillfully chopping vegetables. Yan Mei heaved a sigh and leaned on the door as she admired him.

”I didn't know a c.o.c.ky person like you could cook. I thought you were bluffing earlier,” Yan Mei said sarcastically. Lei Zhao turned to look at her when he heard her.

”Ouch. I never knew I was a c.o.c.ky person in my wife's eyes. I guess I have to change that.” Lei Zhao smirked.

Yan Mei snorted, but there was a faint smile in her eyes. She walked over to him to give him a hand. She would pass him a cup of water or get him plates if he needed it. Their hands would brush each other from time to time. At first, she was a little stiff to the touch, but then she got used to it.

Looking at Lei Zhao skillfully beating eggs, Yan Mei couldn't help but ask,”Where did you learn how to cook? It's really rare to see a man cook as skillfully as you these days.”

Lei Zhao chuckled. ”Wifey, are you praising me? My mother said that a man should know how to survive on his own, so she taught me how to cook when I was a kid.”

”Your mom must be a very good mother.”

Lei Zhao looked sideways. He saw her face reveal a trace of loss and pain. Lei Zhao put the bowl down and pulled her into his arms. He wrapped his arms around his waist.

”Mother is very good. She will soon be your mother too. I think that she will like you very much.”

Yan Mei blinked her eyes, looking at Lei Zhao and hesitantly said, ”Mother will like me?” The word mother felt foreign in her mouth.

”Don't worry. Go and watch some TV. Once I'm done, I will call you,” Lei Zhao said as he ruffled her hair. Yan Mei frowned.

”I'm not a child. Don't ruffle my hair again,” she said coldly.