Chapter 342 - Her story(2) (2/2)

That is why I am worried....” Yue Yan ventured but Yan Mei never allowed her to finish the words.

”I'm not going to kick you out the moment you get better Yue Yan, give Lei Zhao the credit of having the good taste to marry a wife unlike all those people you met in college.” Her words were a reprimand but her tone was lighter, teasing, Yue Yan smiled in response

”No,” she however insisted, ”the thing is that, he's my family and I can't bear for you to think I have ulterior motives towards your husband, I don't want you to keep avoiding me because you're like family to me too”

”You're always welcome here Yue Yan , I promise you that” she had vowed, her words were heavy between the two of them, her house-guest had smiled at that, at ease and satisfied. But since then their paths had not crossed against until this morning.

Yan Mei shook herself out of the reverie, sending short waves in response to the greetings of the other two occupants of the room before she focused solely on breakfast.

Taking her own stack of pancake dripping with honey and blueberries from the chef she sat across from her house guest at the breakfast table but she didn't say a word until she had downed her first gulp of piping hot coffee, liberally laced with cream and sugar.

Her almost m.o.a.n of enjoyment drove a peal of laughter out of her breakfast partner. Yan Mei replaced her huge mug on the table with a slight blush at her blatant appreciation of coffee beans in front of a near stranger.

”Morning Yue Yan , sorry for being a coffee addict loudly”

”I don't even blame you, I had my very first taste and I felt heaven, I think I had a more embarrassing reaction than you did” Yue Yan confessed

”I doubt it, how was your night?” she replied trying to move to a less embarrassing topic

”It's the best one yet” her guest responded before inhaling a forkful of pancakes just dripping with honey.

”I'm glad that you're comfortable in your room” Yan Mei ventured before she paid attention to her own plate. The first bite was perfect and seemed to be made equal amounts of crisp pancakes that somehow manage to melt on her tongue; this time she remembered to be less vocal about her enjoyment.

”The bed is like butter; I just sink in and it swallows me whole. So off to work this morning?” Yue Yan asked conversationally as she sipped on her own coffee