95.Happy dopamine!

He had been socializing all night. As soon as it was over, he rushed back and really hadn't eaten much. After that dance, his mind was filled with thoughts of her.

"What would you like to eat? I'll... cook you some noodles."

"Okay."

...

Fu Nancheng went into the study and dealt with an urgent document. Twenty minutes later, he went downstairs and entered the kitchen.

Su Ci was standing by the counter. A bowl of noodles was already cooked. It was plain noodles, seasoned with a little soy sauce and sesame oil. There was a golden fried egg on top, along with some tender little green vegetables. It looked refreshing and delicious, making people's mouths water.

He walked up to her and hugged her soft waist from behind. "Mrs. Fu, I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."

Of course she was. She was really good at cooking. Su Ci handed him a cup of brewed tea. "Here, have a drink."

He didn't know what this cup of tea was made from, but it had a pleasant fragrance. Fu Nancheng took it in his hand and took a sip. "What kind of flower tea is this?"

"You don't need to worry about what flower it is. This is to nourish you."

"Nourish me for what?"

"Look at what time it is now. It's to help you improve your sleep so that you can sleep well."

Fu Nancheng put down the cup of tea, buried his handsome face in her hair and kissed it several times. Then he curved his lips and smiled. "I thought you were trying to boost my stamina. Mrs. Fu, I've been eager to go to bed with you, but you're just asking me to sleep."

The same word "sleep" had two different meanings here.

Su Ci blushed. Her white and slender fingers picked up a small cherry tomato and stuffed it into his mouth, as if to say, "Just eat it and talk less."

Fu Nancheng bit into the cherry tomato and furrowed his sword-like eyebrows. "It's a bit sour."

Sour? How could it be? She had tasted one just now and it was really sweet.

"Let me taste it." She reached out to take one.

But the man grabbed her outstretched little hand and held it in his own palm. "You want to taste it, right? Here you go."

He kissed her red lips.

Mmm! Su Ci tasted the cherry tomato he passed to her. It was really sweet. The sweet and fragrant juice with a fruity aroma spread in their mouths, secreting dopamine that made them feel happy and addicted.

He lied to her! This liar! Su Ci tried to push him away. "Hurry up and eat the noodles! The noodles will get mushy!"

Fu Nancheng squeezed her waist with his big hand and his voice was hoarse. "Don't be in a hurry. I want to have some dessert first."

Su Ci's face was red and she was out of breath. He had been especially passionate since he came back from his business trip. She didn't know if this was what they called "absence makes the heart grow fonder" like in a newlywed couple.

But, she wasn't really his Mrs. Fu, yet she was pretending to be his Mrs. Fu and doing all the things he would do with his real Mrs. Fu. This feeling of shame made her feel extremely embarrassed.

She refused. "Be careful not to overeat."

Fu Nancheng let out a low and hoarse laugh against her sweet and tender red lips. Under his black silk pajamas was his strong and young man's body. Even the vibration from his chest when he laughed made her palms tingle. He said, "Then come on."

Su Ci bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth and looked at him with watery eyes.

A thirty-year-old man was at a very mature age. His abundance of power and material possessions made him know how to enjoy life and women. Once the thin layer between an adult man and woman was broken, they started a romantic pursuit, like being in a honey-sweet love period.

The girl, Su Ci's, delicate face was so white that it was translucent. The area around her eyes was red, and her eyes were filled with a watery look. That cold and fragile feeling, combined with her biting her lips and looking at him...

She was really beautiful. Any man, no matter how strong his willpower was, would fall for her and forget all about the Buddhist mantras for calming the mind.

"Call me husband. Let me hear it." He kept asking her to call him husband.