Chapter 1268 - : Entering His Room
Chapter 1268: Entering His Room
Xia Ling turned back as Concubine Yu said this. She took out a pair of black cotton slippers and walked towards the man. Seconds later, she knelt down beside his legs and placed the slippers beside him.
Lowering his eyes, Xuan Ying looked at the woman curled up beside his feet. He felt as though he was in a dream. The person whom he had missed for so long, who appeared in his dream just yesterday night, was right there in the flesh in front of him.
Meanwhile, Xia Ling didn’t stand up immediately. After a few seconds, seeing that he hadn’t moved, she batted her long eyelashes and reached out hesitantly to take off his shoes.
Xuan Ying bent over and squatted down. He reached out with his large palm to grab her searching hands. Her hands were so small and soft, as though there were no bones at all.
Xia Ling’s eyes shot towards him as she was grabbed so suddenly. Her beautiful eyes were dark and filled with shock. They looked especially moving.
W-What was he doing? Why was he holding her hand?
Xuan Ying looked at her, his heart pounding. His grip tightened as he continued holding her hand and said, “My shoes are dirty. I’ll do it myself.”
He had just returned from the military base where he had hit targets, been in the wilderness and trained new soldiers. He was all sweaty and his shoes were muddy.
He could change his shoes himself, there was no need for her to do it for him.
Their faces were extremely close together, half of his handsome face inches away from hers. Xia Ling felt her heart starting to hurt inexplicably again.
She suddenly realized that he was still holding her hands. He had squeezed her hands just now, and his rough caress on her delicate skin made it burn and tingle.
Xia Ling quickly drew her hands back and stood up. Turning around, she hurried back to Concubine Yu, lowering her head.
After taking off his shoes, Xuan Ying stood up and changed into the slippers before entering the living room. His bright glassy eyes landed on her head of raven black hair and he refused to look away.
Concubine Yu looked at her son as she felt the atmosphere around them change subtly. “Xiaoling, this red bean steamed milk is so delicious. Give him some too.”
“Ah,” Xia Ling said, sounding a little troubled. “I’m sorry Madam, I only made one bowl.”
Auntie Su put the briefcase down and walked over. “It’s fine, Young Master doesn’t eat desserts. We should get ready for dinner.”
“Alright.”
With that, Xia Ling headed into the kitchen to get cutlery. Xuan Ying pushed Concubine Yu on her wheelchair behind them and lowered his voice to ask, “Mom, was this your idea?”
Concubine Yu humphed and said, “What do you mean if this is my idea? I didn’t do anything. When I think of all the bad things you’ve done in the past, I’m too embarrassed to help you at all.
“Let me warn you. Don’t you dare try to get close to her. I’ve been bored out of my mind and she’s here to accompany me. Don’t you dare mess with her, or I’ll break your legs!”
Xuan Ying was extremely filial, so hearing his mom chide him like that only made his lips curve upwards. “Mom, you really are my biological mother!”
Concubine Yu glared fiercely at her son.
The bowl of red bean steamed milk was still in Concubine Yu’s hands and he looked at it longingly. “Mom, is it good?”
“Do you want to have a taste?” Concubine Yu took another spoon and fed Xuan Ying some.
Xuan Ying swallowed the milk and his expression softened. “It’s delicious.”
Auntie Su looked perplexedly at this mother-son pair. They didn’t like desserts normally, so why were they sharing a bowl of red bean steamed milk today?
This couldn’t be. She had to find a chance to learn how to make this red bean steamed milk from Xiaoling!
…
They finished their dinner happily. They had polished off all the plates. Xuan Ying had finished two bowls of rice and even Concubine Yu who had a poor appetite managed to finish a bowl of rice.
Xia Ling’s cooking was great since she had to take care of Mu Mu. She also knew how to make many desserts as well. She would smell of fragrant milk every time she finished making the desserts and even girls who sprayed perfume on themselves or had natural fragrances were nothing compared to her.
Auntie Su was collecting the cutlery. “Xiaoling, I’ll handle it.”
From beside her, Concubine Yu tugged on Xia Ling’s small hands and said, “Let Auntie Su handle it. Help me take this ointment upstairs to Xuan Ying.”
Xia Ling nodded and said, “Yes, Madam.”
…
Upstairs, in the master bedroom.
Xia Ling lifted her hands to knock on the door, but it wasn’t closed and there was no response, so Xia Ling pushed the door open and walked in. The room was European-styled and painted cold blue. It was simple yet sophisticated.
It was strange. Why did she feel as though she had been here before?
She looked at the huge bed. There were two pillows on it.
Did he have a wife?
But Madam and Auntie Su said that he wasn’t married.
So why were there two pillows on his bed?
Xia Ling walked over and looked at the soft pink lacy pillow. It was a woman’s pillow.
Her heart started aching again.
As she pressed her small hands against her chest, she subconsciously curled her fingers into a fist and dug into her chest. At this moment, with a thud, the door to the shower opened.
Xia Ling quickly averted her gaze. As the door to the shower opened, a blast of fresh cold air blew at her and Xuan Ying walked out.
He had just finished bathing and was only in a pair of black trousers with an expensive belt around his waist. His top half was completely exposed.
With his sturdy waist, eight-pack and long legs, his body was of the golden ratio. He had the proportions of a runway supermodel. If Lu Yeming’s figure was one of elegance and made women’s hearts beat, Xuan Ying’s body was irresistible and made women scream.
As Xia Ling looked at him, her gaze swept over his naked top. Then seeming to remember herself, she screamed and quickly turned away, covering her face.
Xuan Ying froze. He hadn’t expected her to come into his room.
“Don’t be scared…” He started walking towards her.
Xia Ling stomped her feet in fear and stammered, “P-Put on your clothes!”
It was only then that Xuan Ying realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He quickly reached out to grab a black silk shirt and put it on. “It’s on.”
Xia Ling lowered her small hands and slowly turned around, raising her eyes. He did have a shirt on. The black silk shirt shone lustrously, making him look more charming.
“Madam asked me to pass this ointment to you. I put it over there, so I’ll take my leave first.” Xia Ling turned to leave.
Xuan Ying looked at the cabinet beside his bed and quickly ran forward, grabbing her wrist. Xia Ling’s footsteps halted and she flung his hands away. “What are you doing? Let go of me!”
Hiss.
Xuan Ying hissed in pain.
Xia Ling froze. “W-What happened?”
Raising his hand to press against his heart, Xuan Ying’s handsome face was contorted in pain. “I’m hurt here. You accidentally pulled on my wound just now so it really hurt.”
He emphasized the two words ‘really hurt’.
Xia Ling was speechless.
All she did was fling his hand away. How had she pulled on his wound?
Xuan Ying looked at her and hissed in pain again. He seemed to be having a hard time trying to endure the pain.
“Come here and help me put the ointment on.”