Do You Want to Marry Me?

Chapter 120: My Other Places Are Harder

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At half past two in the morning, Lu An was bustling around in the kitchen, and he finally served a bowl of sliced meat noodles.

He was wearing an apron that didn’t quite match his overall appearance, but he looked every bit the picture of a domesticated good man.

If his colleagues from the company were to see this, they would probably be taken aback.

Was this the same hot-tempered old man they knew?

The meat slices had been prepared by Jin Nian during her free time, ready to be used directly when it was time to cook, saving the hassle of slicing the meat. She had even taken the considerate step of marinating the meat.

The flavor of the sliced meat noodles now depended partially on the seasoning of the mutton.

“Here, give it a taste. My cooking skills aren’t something everyone gets to experience.”

Lu An wore a confident expression, and there was a hint of smugness in his demeanor.

Jin Nian couldn’t help but quip, “Is cooking a bowl of noodles considered a skill? Besides, you didn’t even do the meat slicing.”

“Shall I buy a whole pig from the market tomorrow and slice it just for you?” Lu An quipped back.

Jin Nian furrowed her brows. “I feel like you’re not being gentle enough with me. Aren’t boyfriends supposed to treat their girlfriends gently in a relationship?”

In a split second, Lu An’s expression underwent a drastic change. He picked up a strand of noodles and blew on it before playfully saying, “Here, let hubby feed you some noodles. How about that?”

Jin Nian was amused by his pretentious behavior, but she still rolled her eyes at him.

Lu An was also overjoyed.

Lu An had cooked too many noodles. Jin Nian thought that she couldn’t finish them all by herself, so she took some time to feed Lu An a few mouthfuls.

Who knew that Lu An was addicted to being fed by her and kept opening his mouth to wait for her to feed him?

In the end, about two-thirds of the bowl of noodles ended up in Lu An’s stomach.

After finishing the noodles, Jin Nian got ready to brush her teeth, but Lu An insisted on going with her.

Thankfully, her bathroom had enough space for two people, so they stood side by side, brushing their teeth and washing their faces together.

As they finished washing their faces, Jin Nian suddenly turned to Lu An and asked, “Do you have abs?”

She suddenly thought of Qiao Ranran, who had abandoned her and chased after a man tonight.

She heard that the little brother had an eight-pack, which made Qiao Ranran lose her humanity.

She had never had the chance to see Lu An’s abs before, so she couldn’t help but be curious.

She had seen his figure in high school, but at that time, Lu An was thin and long, without any muscles at all.

The current him looked much stronger than before. Perhaps…There was?

“Do you want to know if I have abs? You’ll find out once you touch them.”

With that, he took Jin Nian’s hand and slipped it under his shirt.

The allure of a man was right there, and Jin Nian didn’t hold back. Her fingers danced across Lu An’s abdomen like piano keys, tapping and exploring, “So this is what it feels like to touch abs.”

Simply touching wasn’t enough for her satisfaction. She boldly lifted Lu An’s shirt, carefully scrutinizing him.

To get a better view, she bent down, her gaze directly fixated on his abdominal muscles. Yet, from Lu An’s perspective, it created a visual illusion.

It seemed as if Jin Nian was fixated on a certain area of his body.

Lu An’s breath grew heavier, and he promptly pulled Jin Nian back up.

Jin Nian was too absorbed in examining his abs to stand up. She withdrew her hand and crouched down instead.

Her eyes were filled with delight and curiosity. Her fingers even traced Lu An’s abdominal muscles as she began to count.

“Your abs are so firm, Lu An.”

My other parts were even firmer.

Lu An mused to himself.

Lu An lowered his head to avert his gaze. The angle from which Jin Nian was crouching made it nearly impossible to maintain a pure line of thought.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he unconsciously swallowed.

He shifted his focus to the opposite wall and recited a calming mantra silently.

At that moment, Jin Nian stood back up. She hadn’t noticed anything amiss about Lu An the whole time. Instead, she held his hand and began venting about Qiao Ranran’s fascination with a guy’s abs.

However, Lu An was far from interested in hearing about others. He was more intrigued by…

He glanced at Jin Nian and then at the bathtub beside him. “This bathtub seems big enough for both of us to lie down.”

Jin Nian was speechless.

In the next instant, she promptly ushered Lu An out.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door locking, Lu An rubbed his nose, pulled out his phone, and messaged Lu Feng.

“When you’re in a relationship, how do you keep the other person happy?”

Lu Feng’s immediate response was a trio of question marks.

He swiftly followed up with another text, “Did your phone get stolen? Is this Lu An?”

“Enough with the jokes, just tell me!”

“Do I need to tell you? You, a married man, still need to ask me these things?”

Lu An replied with an emoji depicting a little figure holding a knife.

After a brief pause, Lu Feng composed a lengthy reply.

Lu An had a headache from reading the densely packed words, but he still read them carefully.

Making someone happy, what was wrong with that?

Upon finishing Lu Feng’s lengthy response, Lu An suddenly felt a twinge of discomfort.

Why did Lu Feng’s advice align so perfectly with what Jin Nian had said tonight?

Wasn’t this exactly the ideal boyfriend that Jin Nian had described?