Chapter 1392 - Papaya Milk
My Dangerous Billionaire Husband
This feeling was like someone had snatched away her beloved doll and was kissing and rubbing her doll in front of her. It was too presumptuous!
Yin Linger quickly said, âLeave the clothes there. Donât come here again.â
Thus, when Zhou Pingan returned in the afternoon, he did not see the helper. What surprised him even more was that Yin Linger, whose fingers were never exposed to the Sun, was actually standing in the kitchen preparing dinner.
She was probably frying the steak, but the fire was too big, and the oil spilt out. With a hiss, she was scalded.
This was not good. Zhou Pingan quickly went forward, grabbed her soft little hand, and put it under the cold water. âWhy are you in the kitchen? Does your hand hurt?â
âIt doesnât hurt.â Yin Linger looked at him and pouted. âI want to prepare dinner for youâ¦â
Her voice was sweet, and the last word was deliberately dragged out. It was a coquettish feeling. Zhou Pingan felt a numbness in his waist and looked up at her.
Her eyes were innocent and pitiful. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright but sorrowful, almost like misty rain. It made peopleâs hearts move.
âWhatâs wrong?â Zhou Pingan curled the corners of his lips. She was very strange tonight.
âNothingâ¦â as she spoke, Yin Linger reached out with her slender fingers and pinched the corner of his shirt. She acted coquettishly. âPingan, I fired that helper today. You wonât blame me, right?â
Blame her?
She was thinking too much.
It doesnât matter that she hadnât done anything wrong, even if she had done something wrong, even if it was an unforgivable mistake, his heart softened when she acted coquettishly with him now.
âWhy did you fire her? Was that helper not good enough?â
Yin Linger averted her eyes. âYes, she wasnât good enough.â
âThen Iâll find another one tomorrow.â
âNo!â Yin Linger objected emotionally.
Zhou Pingan didnât say anything. He looked at her fixedly, meaning â youâd better confess quickly.
âAiya, Pingan, itâs not that that nurse wasnât good enough, itâs that she was too good. She⦠she entered your room, cleaned your bed, and even washed your clothes. She didnât even⦠spare your underwear!â
Zhou Pingan raised his eyebrows. He understood.
âAre you jealous?â He asked with a soft and gentle smile.
âNo.â
âTell the truth.â
âYes! Iâm jealous!â Yin Linger also went all out, she stared at Zhou Pingan. âPingan, I wonât allow others to touch your things, especially those personal things. If they defile you, I wonât want you anymore. Iâm a neat freak.â
What did she mean by âtaintedâ? Zhou Pingan thought that he was the cleanest man in the world and was born for her.
Zhou Pingan glanced at the balcony. There were his and her clothes hanging on the balcony. It was obvious that they had been washed, but they were crumpled and ugly.
âYou washed the clothes?â
âYes, I know how to wash clothes too, Pingan. Iâve thought about it carefully. In the future, youâll be in charge of the kitchen. After all, cooking is a skill. Even if I wanted to learn, I might not be able to do it well. But in the future, Iâll be in charge of household hygiene. This is our love nest. I wonât let any third party barge in.â
This was especially true for those mature and charming young women. Whenever Yin Linger thought of that plump woman with a perky butt dangling in front of Pingan, she would feel terrible.
Love nestâ¦
Zhou Pingan was very satisfied with these two words. In fact, this was also his first time hiring a helper. In the past, when she was in school, he lived alone. He would do his own food and living, including washing clothes.
She was a germaphobe, but he was even more of a germaphobe.
Now that she was here, he had been a little busy recently, so he hired a helper. Perhaps he did not make it clear in advance that the helper he hired was only responsible for cleaning the outside, entering the rooms were definitely not allowed.
Now that she had taken the initiative to say it and was even jealous, Zhou Pingan was very happy.
âSince you have made such a request, then itâs settled. But let me make it clear in advance that cleaning is very tiring. Donât complain in the future.â
âI definitely wonât complain. Itâs my first time doing housework. If I donât do it well, you have to be tolerant. Heh.â
Zhou Pingan caressed her hair lovingly. âFrom now on, you clean the rooms. Iâll find time to clean the outside with you.â
Yin Linger wanted to shout in excitement. She threw herself at Zhou Pingan and hugged him. âPingan, youâre too nice to me.â
If he wasnât nice to her, who should he be nice to?
He had to take care of his wife.
âLinger, since Iâm so nice to you, shouldnât you return the favor?â
Return what?
Yin Linger looked shyly at Zhou Pingan, only to see Zhou Pingan staring at her with a burning gaze. The meaning behind it was self-evident.
Yin Linger hesitated for a moment, then stood on her tiptoes and boldly took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.
Zhou Pingan stretched out his muscular arm to hold her soft waist and turned around. Then, he pressed her against the counter. He closed his eyes and stuck out her cherry lips, savoring her sweetness as gently and carefully as if he was eating jelly.
Yin Linger liked kissing him very much because every time, he loved her as if he was holding a precious treasure. She also wanted him to enjoy this kind of thing, so she endured her youth and stuck out her little tongue to hook him.
âOh!â Yin Lingerâs body went soft, and she wanted to push him away.
However, Zhou Pingan refused to let her go. She was already 19 years old, and it was time for him to have a taste of the sweetness. If he did not take the initiative, how long would he have to stay as a monk?
Yin Lingerâs delicate little face was dyed pink, and it was crystal clear like a shell. She held that big palm that was moving around, and she was so shy that she hid everywhere. âDonât⦠donâtâ¦â
She couldnât say it out loud. She wanted him not to touch this place. How embarrassing would that be?
Zhou Pingan pressed her down and kissed her little earlobe. âWeâll start eating papaya milk tomorrow.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhat?â
âTo make your place a little fuller.â
Yin Linger was stunned for a few seconds, and then she understood. He was implying that she was as flat as an airport runway.
She glanced at her chest. It wasnât big. It couldnât be compared to that young woman, but it wasnât small either. She was quite satisfied with it.
âWhy do men like big breasts? Whatâs so good about that? Itâs two lumps of meat, and it affects your image when you run. Itâs so good to be like me!â Yin Linger praised herself fiercely.
Zhou Pingan looked at her innocent expression and wished he could pinch her. âYes, yes, yes. Youâre the best. I like people like you.â
As he spoke, he carried her over his shoulder.
Her body was suspended in mid-air. Yin Linger cried out in fear. She clenched her fists and punched his shoulder. âWhat are you doing, Pingan? Put me down quickly.â
âIâm not letting go.â
Zhou Pingan carried her into his room and threw her onto the soft bed.
Yin Linger was scared out of her wits. She got up and was about to run.
However, her slender ankles were grabbed by the man. He pulled hard, and she was under him. She wanted to break free, but with a slap, he slapped her butt twice. âYou still dare to run?â