One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Back in Yun Shan Shi Yi, she had locked herself in the room to make up for her lost sleep. That meant that she had not eaten anything since this morning.

“I want… to eat first!”

She told him clearly.

He carried her in his arms in the next second.

Her world swirled for a moment as her feet left the ground.

Before long, she was buoyed into the dining table by him.

She tried getting off him, but he resisted. With his strong and long arms hugging her waist, he firmly embraced her on his lap.

His chest was sturdy and warm, and it was broad enough to accommodate her entire being.

She bit her lower lip as her whole being was embraced entirely by him close to his chest; her two legs draped loosely on his legs. He carried her now as if he were holding a child.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, she could feel the strong thumping of his heart.

Her face instantly blushed crimson.

She renewed her struggle to break free from his embrace.

His low, magnetic voice rang above her head just in time. “Don’t move, or I’ll let you feed me now.”

He had suppressed his urge to the best of his aptitude.

Knowing how hungry she was, he was doing his best to hold back.

If she were so much as to move, his bulwark might just disintegrate with a rousing consequence.

He pressed the silver-colored service bell on the table, and the flavorful dishes were quickly served one by one thereafter.

The table was just the right size to hold the 18-course delectable meal.

The ambrosial food assaulted their senses; they were wholly immersed in this astounding sea of appetizing aroma.

French pigeon meat pine tart.

Black truffle tomato tartare with fresh oysters.

Orange foie gras sauce…

Every menu item laid on the table was the ultimate, leading European cuisine, enticing enough to hook anyone’s appetite.

She stared with dumbfounded eyes at all these presented dishes. Every menu item was exquisite like a piece of expensive art. They looked so lovely that she felt reluctant to use her utensils on them for fear of spoiling the beautiful sight.

However, her tummy was calling out to her relentlessly. The saliva secreted inside her oral cavity was especially active. She swallowed a mouthful, an obvious sign of her extreme hunger.

He smiled slightly as his palm stroked her growling tummy. She looked really hungry!

Hence, with one hand on her waist, he picked up a fork with another.

“What do you want to eat?”

She quickly quipped in embarrassment, “I’ll feed myself!”

“Let me feed you.”

“Not necessary; I’ll do it myself.” She insisted.

He pinched her face and kindly reminded her. “We have an agreement that I’ll feed you first. Retain your strength for later when you’re the one feeding me.”

Her cheeks burned with his words.

“You don’t have to…”

He reiterated slowly, “I’ll feed you.”

His tone told her that his words were not dismissible.

In the end, she gave up and let him cater to her.

He picked up a piece of steak cut into bite size and slowly brought it next to her mouth.

She bit into it easily. The delicious juicy gravy oozing from the tender meat overfilled her mouth. It was soft yet firm with a great texture.

“Is it delicious?”

“Delicious…” It was so tasty she almost did not bother replying.

Her eyes laid squarely on the tableful of delights while her face expressed an ultimate contentment.

He was not into French cuisine, though.

After all, no matter how tasty something could be, one could get tired of it once eaten too often.