Rebirth: Starting with Capturing the Goddess Mentor

Chapter 238 The Scumbag's 19th Birthday (1)

Before Chen Yan could answer, Jiang Zhixin ran over barefoot on the fluffy carpet, her faint citrus scent mixed with her warm breath wafting towards him.

She reached out and hooked her arm around Chen Yan's neck. When she stood on tiptoe, the collar of her nightgown was completely open, revealing glimpses of her cleavage.

Feeling Jiang Zhixin's soft, boneless body and the pressure of her ample breasts, Chen Yan shamelessly pounded on her.

"Cough cough."

He coughed awkwardly and said, "There was no traffic jam on the highway, and I was so eager to see you that I drove a bit faster."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhixin looked up at him, her watery eyes curving into crescents, her nose almost touching his chin.

She winked mischievously, her fingertips lightly tracing Chen Yan's chin, and said with a smile, "Is it because you're so eager to see me, or him?"

Chen Yan's eyes darkened, as if he was trying his best to restrain something: "We are both anxious."

"Geese, geese, geese~"

Jiang Zhixin laughed so hard her body trembled.

Chen Yan gazed at the view beneath the collar of his bathrobe, his eyes growing increasingly deep.

Jiang Zhixin noticed the man's murderous gaze, and her laughter stopped abruptly.

"Um... let's go to the supermarket downstairs to buy groceries. It's your birthday tomorrow, I'll cook for you tonight."

She volunteered.

Chen Yan's large hand was still gripping her waist, and the smooth, soft touch brought his longing to its peak.

It's been more than half a month since I last saw the child, and he's really gone hungry.

The man's large hand moved down Jiang Zhixin's perfect waistline, his fingertips sinking into her soft buttocks. "Not tonight, but now."

Jiang Zhixin rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Big brother, I meant the 'cooking' in 'cooking'."

Chen Yan glanced downwards, his voice hoarse: "But what does he want to do now?"

"Cold salad!"

"no!"

Jiang Zhixin raised her eyes and glanced at him sideways, her eyes full of allure: "That's enough."

This time, Chen Yan obediently let go.

Anyway, the night is long, there's no rush.

"You can leave now, I need to change my clothes," Jiang Zhixin said, dismissing him.

Although the two were a couple, had met each other's parents, and had even reached a verbal agreement to get married after graduation, Jiang Zhixin still felt a little embarrassed changing clothes under the man's direct gaze.

Seeing that Chen Yan remained unmoved, Jiang Zhixin adopted the demeanor of a mentor:

"Chen Yan, you must have heard of the idiom 'Do not look at what is improper'."

Chen Yan smiled.

He strode over and sat down on Jiang Zhixin's bed.

The gazes fixed on her became even more unrestrained: "My Chinese grades are bad, I've never heard of that."

Faced with the man's shameless behavior, Jiang Zhixin was helpless. After all, she was not as strong as him and could not even push him out the door.

However, Jiang Zhixin was not one to be coy.

They've slept with each other so many times.

I've already seen everything I should and shouldn't have seen.

Jiang Zhixin turned her back and took off her silk nightgown.

Underneath her robe, she wore only a pair of off-white lace trousers.

Her entire snow-white back and two long, shapely legs were now displayed unashamedly before the man.

Chen Yan's pupils suddenly darkened.

Jiang Zhixin's figure is like a gift from the Creator; her waist is slender and delicate, yet she has plenty of curves in the right places.

As she walked barefoot toward the wardrobe, the undulating scenery resembled a richly colored oil painting.

She opened the wardrobe door, first picking out a matching bra and putting it on, then slipping on a loose white T-shirt and straight-leg jeans.

Her long hair was casually draped behind her head, and she shed her languid and charming demeanor, gaining a more carefree and refreshing air, like a jasmine just blooming in spring, pure and beautiful.

Her face can pull off any style.

Jiang Zhixin quickly straightened her clothes in front of the mirror, and when she turned around, she happened to meet Chen Yan's staring gaze. A blush crept onto her cheeks: "What are you looking at? If we don't leave soon, the supermarket will be out of vegetables!"

"hold on."

"Why wait..." Jiang Zhixin stopped mid-sentence.

Okay, we should wait, otherwise going out will affect the city's appearance.

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After the two returned from the supermarket, Jiang Zhixin immediately went into the kitchen and took the groceries she had just bought to the sink to wash.

Chen Yan leaned against the door frame, his gaze following her busy figure.

"Do you need any help?" he asked.

Jiang Zhixin didn't even turn her head: "You just need to wait and eat."

But Chen Yan still went into the kitchen, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Stop fooling around, I'm chopping vegetables." Jiang Zhixin gently nudged him with her elbow, but a smile played on her lips.

"You cut yours, I'll hold mine."

Chen Yan acted cheekily, but his hands wandered around aimlessly, occasionally stealing a kiss from her neck.

Three minutes later, Jiang Zhixin, enraged and embarrassed, exclaimed, "Chen Yan! I almost cut my own hand!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Like a child who had done something wrong, Chen Yan weakly withdrew his hand and walked out of the kitchen.

All that remained for Jiang Zhixin was a lonely silhouette.

Jiang Zhixin couldn't help but chuckle, muttering, "Drama queen, why didn't you go to the Shanghai Theatre Academy or Beijing Film Academy? Coming to the Polytechnic University is such a waste of your talent."

An hour later, she came out carrying a tray.

Dinner was much more lavish than expected, featuring steamed sea bass, boiled shrimp, garlic broccoli, and a bowl of fragrant seaweed and egg drop soup.

Honestly, judging by its appearance alone, it's not too bad.

Chen Yan had tasted Jiang Zhixin's cooking, and as for her culinary skills, well... it's hard to describe.

But judging from the dishes on this table today, she must have prepared them for a long time.

I don't know if it will taste good.

Jiang Zhixin watched with some nervousness as Chen Yan picked up the first piece of fish with his chopsticks.

The fish was tender and fresh, indicating that it was cooked to perfection, but it was too salty, clearly because too much salt was added.

But... it's okay to eat it if you make do.

"not bad."

Chen Yan praised him encouragingly.

Jiang Zhixin's eyes lit up: "Really?"

When have I ever lied to you?

Chen Yan picked up another piece of fish and brought it to her lips, saying, "You eat too."

Jiang Zhixin opened her mouth to chew, but the next second she showed a disgusted expression: "Ugh, it's so salty! You lied to me and said it was delicious!"

Chen Yan didn't take it to heart: "It's okay, I just have a rather strong palate."

Fortunately, the other dishes were not too bad and were all up to the standard of ordinary home-cooked meals.

Yes, the progress is obvious, so we should give Teacher Jiang a little encouragement.

The meal was warm and satisfying.

After the meal, Jiang Zhixin mysteriously told Chen Yan to close his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yan asked curiously.

"Just shut up when I tell you to, why are you making so many questions?" she said coquettishly.

Chen Yan obediently closed his eyes and heard her running quickly into and out of the bedroom.

A moment later, a rectangular box was placed in his hand.

"You can open your eyes."

Chen Yan opened his eyes and saw a green gift box with a golden crown printed on it.

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(End of this chapter)