852 Young Master Lu (2/2)
”Why? Washing by hand after every meal looks so boring.”
She shook her head while continuing to wash the dishes. ”I enjoy doing household chores. It relaxes me.”
He was silent for a few moments before saying, ”You're weird.”
She pursed her lips but chose not to reply. He wouldn't understand even if she explained anyway.
He spoke again. ”Can you hurry up?”
She glared at him. ”I'll be much faster if I have some help. But of course, I wouldn't dare ask the Young Master Lu to do something—”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open when he moved to stand beside her and started rinsing the remaining soapy plates and glasses under the running water.
”W-what are you doing?”
He gave her a side-eye, as if silently asking what kind of stupid question she just asked. Wasn't it obvious what he was doing? Despite this, he still answered her. ”You said that you'll be much faster if you have some help. I'm helping you now. Come on, let's hurry up and go to bed. I can't wait to have you again.”
Her brain was still struggling to process the sight before her. ”Y-you're…washing dishes.”
He rolled his eyes and finished rinsing everything before putting them on the drying rack. The way he piled the plates was messy but at least he didn't break anything. He grabbed a kitchen towel and dried his hands.
”Are we done here?” he asked.
She glanced at his clumsy handiwork and felt something warm spreading inside her chest. She nodded because she might blurt out something embarrassing again if she let herself speak while her IQ had plunged to amoeba level like usual because of him. When they headed out of the kitchen, she was still a little dazed.
”I can't believe I just made Young Master Lu wash the dishes,” she mumbled, still in disbelief.
He scowled. ”Stop calling me Young Master Lu.”
”Nikolai.”
He nodded and looked much more satisfied after she called him by his preferred name. Then he pounced on her. She yelped but quickly melted under his passionate French kiss. When he moved his wet kisses down her neck, some semblance of sanity returned to her. She tried to push his head away.
”Stop, Nikolai. We just ate. I'm too…full. I can't yet…you know.”
He cursed against her neck but still stopped what he was doing. Then he pulled her to sit on the couch in the living room. They watched the evening news on TV while waiting for their food to digest enough in their stomachs before resuming their intense bed activities later.
”I'll return to Dragon Palace soon,” he said. ”You want to come with me?”