Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

In the afternoon, the sunlight became even brighter.

Shi Ying slowly woke up and felt a warm source pressed against her back, and a pair of arms tightly wrapped around her waist.

I know who it is without even thinking.

The two talked for a while in the morning, and Shang Chenyan's fever, which had just subsided, rose again. Shi Ying told him to take his medicine and rest for a while, but he clung to her tightly and wouldn't let go.

He hadn't slept much last night, but Shi Ying was held in his arms and took a nap with him.

She rolled over and reached out to touch his head.

Thankfully, it didn't continue burning.

Using the faint sunlight filtering through the curtains, she examined the man's face and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his nose, as if she had found something interesting.

Shang Chenyan grabbed her wrist, his voice slightly hoarse: "Is it fun?"

He kept his eyes closed. Shi Ying pouted and asked, "When did you wake up?"

"I woke up as soon as you turned over."

Shi Ying stirred again: "I'm hungry. You haven't eaten all day either. Get up, I'll go make some porridge."

Shang Chenyan lazily rubbed his chin against the top of her head: "Just call someone to bring it over. You can't even cook porridge."

"Who said that?" Shi Ying retorted, "Making porridge is just throwing water and rice into a pot, isn't it?"

What's so difficult about that?

Thinking about it, she jumped out of bed, but before she could stand up, she felt a force binding her wrist.

She looked down and saw that Shang Chenyan was holding her hand tightly.

Shi Ying gently rubbed his face: "I'll go make some porridge. You can sleep a little longer. I'll wake you when it's ready."

She quickly washed up in the bathroom, then ran into the kitchen full of energy. The bedroom door was not closed, and Shang Chenyan could still hear her rummaging around in the kitchen.

kitchen.

Shi Ying wanted to cook seafood porridge. After preparing all the ingredients, she watched a tutorial on her phone while adding water to the pot.

I always felt it wasn't enough, so I added a little more, and then a little more.

"If you add any more, it'll become like dishwater."

Shang Chenyan appeared behind her at some point and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind: "Pour out a third of it and let it simmer slowly."

He had taken a shower, and Shi Ying smelled a faint scent of shower gel mixed with his body fragrance, which was refreshing and pleasant.

Following his instructions, Shi Ying poured out some water. Just as she turned on the stove, he grabbed her arm, turned her around, and pinned her against the counter.

Shang Chenyan lowered his head and gently pecked her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her cheeks.

"Stop messing around, I'm cooking porridge."

Shi Ying felt a surge of heat gradually spreading from the tips of her ears throughout her body.

Shang Chenyan wouldn't listen; he missed her too much. Mere hugs and kisses were simply not enough to soothe the anxiety in his heart.

He kissed the girl's pink lips, first giving them a light kiss, then becoming more and more aggressive, leaving Shi Ying breathless.

The man's palm slowly moved upwards along her slender spine, untying the straps of her nightgown, revealing her fair shoulders that shone brightly in the sunlight.

Suddenly, Shang Chenyan wrapped one arm around her waist, picked her up, and placed her on the kitchen counter, pressing her tightly against him.

"Ah..." Shi Ying hurriedly hugged his neck, and suddenly, she felt something slowly waking up...

Shi Ying's face flushed bright red: "You!"

Shang Chenyan chuckled softly, turning his head to kiss her earlobe: "It missed you."

Shi Ying suddenly recalled those enchanting dreams. In her dreams, Shang Chenyan always came up with all sorts of tricks, and she would wake up covered in sweat every time.

She had some doubts; were they really this good at having fun back then?

"What are you thinking about?" Shang Chenyan placed his hands on either side of her, bending slightly over. In this position, he was a little shorter than her and had to look up at her.

Shi Ying swallowed hard. "No... I wasn't thinking about anything."

Shang Chenyan slowly approached her; just a little bit was enough to kiss her lips, their breaths clearly audible between them.

"Among the things you recall, are there any examples of how we got along?" The man's eyes were smiling. "For example, what we did together in the bedroom, living room, kitchen... at home..."

Shi Ying's gaze began to wander.

"Oh..." Shang Chenyan raised his hand and pinched her cheek, exposing her pretense. "It seems you really have remembered."

Shi Ying, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, raised her voice: "No way!"

"Okay, if you don't have it, you don't have it. If you don't, I'll try to remember."

Shang Chenyan's voice was deep: "Yingying, kiss me."

Shi Ying stared blankly, her eyes wide: "Wait...wait a minute, the porridge isn't ready yet."

"I can't wait any longer." Shang Chenyan's eyes were filled with lust. "It's been five years, Yingying, I really can't wait any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned in and kissed her lips fiercely and haphazardly.

Shi Ying was pulled backward by his force, and Shang Chenyan put his arm around her waist to prevent her from losing her balance, but this brought the two of them even closer together.

Her thin nightgown had somehow slipped down halfway, hanging loosely in front of her abdomen. The man's hot palms roamed over her back, a familiar yet strange sensation overwhelming Shi Ying.

"Would you like to sit or lie down?"

In a daze, she heard a man's hoarse voice in her ear.

Shi Ying couldn't believe that he had actually said such shameless things. She couldn't help but kick him.

Shang Chenyan took the opportunity to grab her ankles, making her wrap her legs around his waist, and then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

He gently rubbed the tip of his high nose against the hollow of her neck, biting her collarbone lightly.

"Yingying..."

The voice, filled with lust, kept calling her name. Shi Ying couldn't help but cry out, feeling as if the air around her had become thin, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

The bedroom lights were off, and from day to evening, the light gradually dimmed, but the temperature steadily rose.

......

Shi Ying was so exhausted that she collapsed on the bed, unable to even lift a finger.

She suspected that Shang Chenyan was faking illness.

It should be me who is sick.

In a daze, she felt someone carry her to take a bath. The weather was still a bit cold. After getting out of the bathtub, Shi Ying rolled into the man's arms on her own.

Shang Chenyan held her in his arms, gently stroking her back. The joy in his heart far outweighed the physical pleasure.

She has truly returned.

Bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, Shang Chenyan looked down at the girl in his arms and couldn't help but kiss and nuzzle her.

Shi Ying felt ticklish from his teasing, closed her eyes, turned her head away in disgust, and muttered, "Shang Chenyan, didn't you shave?"

It hurts so much when I pricked her little flower.