"Mr. Liang, aren't you underestimating me a bit?" Lan Lan chuckled. "We've slept together for years, haven't we? With my rich experience and clever mind, can't I still figure out your measurements?"
Moreover, his physique was that of a male model, perfectly proportioned. When they were intimate, her hands loved to trace his waist and legs; she knew his sizes by heart.
Although Lan Lan's words were a bit flippant, Liang Yufeng wasn't angry. Instead, a subtle smile played on his lips. He put the clothes down and feigned calmness, "Oh."
"Hurry and try them on for me to see," Lan Lan had already cast Liang Yufeng as her model. "And the tie too. Remember to pair it with a white shirt."
Liang Yufeng replied with an "Mhm" and went to the walk-in closet to change. Ten minutes later, he emerged.
At that moment, Lan Lan was eating strawberries. Her movements paused slightly upon seeing Liang Yufeng, her eyes filled with undisguised astonishment.
Liang Yufeng looked even better in the suit than she had imagined. The scoundrel had a bad temper, but his looks were top-notch, fitting her aesthetic perfectly.
Lan Lan rose and went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her enthusiasm was almost overwhelming for Liang Yufeng. He placed his hands on her waist, "What is it?"
"Mr. Liang, you look so handsome," Lan Lan said. "How can there be such a handsome man in the world? Seeing you, I just want to sleep with you."
Liang Yufeng: "..." Perhaps it was because Lan Lan hadn't teased him like this in many years, but he suddenly found himself flustered. He choked on his words, unsure of what to say, his ears turning red.
Seeing Liang Yufeng's flushed ears, Lan Lan laughed again. It suddenly reminded her of their university days. In their relationship back then, she was mostly the one teasing Liang Yufeng. While he was quite bold in certain aspects, he would blush almost every time she teased him. She hadn't expected him to still be like this at thirty.
"Mr. Liang, your ears are red." Lan Lan reached out to pinch his ear, not giving him a chance to retort.
"It's a bit warm," Liang Yufeng offered a trivial excuse.
Lan Lan chuckled, choosing not to expose him, and admired his appearance in the suit. The more she looked, the handsomer he seemed. "Handsome, can you cook for me tonight? You're so good-looking, your cooking must be delicious too."
Liang Yufeng couldn't handle such direct praise. Being spoken to like this made him even more awkward. He coughed to mask his nervousness, "What do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat you..." Her tone was suggestive, her gaze fixed on his lips. She pressed her tongue against her teeth, pausing for a long moment, "Cooked noodles."
A heat began to rise in Liang Yufeng's chest, as if a pair of cat claws were scratching his heart. He took a breath, "Mhm, I'll go change and cook."
His shy demeanor was truly innocent, just like when he was eighteen or nineteen. Lan Lan playfully kissed his cheek, looking at him mischievously, "Then thank you, Mr. Liang."
Liang Yufeng took off the suit and hung it in the closet. While changing, his gaze lingered on the suit. Even if Lan Lan hadn't said it, he could tell the suit was very expensive, but for him, its value was not solely measured by price.
After receiving this gift, the resentment he had felt in his heart for the past few days vanished. He no longer needed to envy others, because he too had received a gift.
Liang Yufeng changed into sportswear and went to the kitchen to cook for Lan Lan. He was usually very busy; from Monday to Thursday, when he was alone, he never cooked at home. Only when Lan Lan visited on Fridays would he buy ingredients in advance and store them in the refrigerator. She loved fruit, so the refrigerator was always stocked with seasonal fruits and yogurt.
That evening, Lan Lan had ordered noodles, so Liang Yufeng made beef and egg noodles, stir-fried shrimp, and vegetables. Lan Lan was very pleased with this, finishing the entire bowl of noodles, not even leaving a drop of soup.
At times like these, Liang Yufeng would fantasize about how wonderful it would be if this were their married life.
From the time they started dating at eighteen or nineteen, he had intended to marry her. But she was like a cloud, a gust of wind, a handful of sand; he couldn't hold onto her, couldn't keep her. He knew that all these beautiful perceptions were fleeting.
The moment he spoke certain words, these beautiful moments would cease to exist.
It seemed that the only way to preserve this fleeting beauty and tranquility between them was to maintain a facade of peace.
With this thought, Liang Yufeng's mood inevitably turned somber, and he spoke much less. Distracted, he missed several things Lan Lan said and didn't reply.
"What's wrong?" Lan Lan asked Liang Yufeng. "I've been talking to you, and you haven't responded for ages."
"Nothing," Liang Yufeng regained his voice and replied with feigned calmness. Lan Lan looked at him doubtfully. Although she felt he was putting on a brave face, she couldn't guess why he was unhappy.
Lan Lan had been away for over a month, and Liang Yufeng wouldn't let her leave so easily tonight. After showering together, they ended up in bed.
Having abstained for over a month, both of them were highly sensitive. Lan Lan was more engaged than ever, which was undoubtedly an encouragement to Liang Yufeng. The bed in the master bedroom was no longer usable, so they went to the guest room to sleep in the early hours of the morning.
Lan Lan slept soundly, but Liang Yufeng remained sleepless. He gazed at Lan Lan for a long time until the sky outside began to brighten, remaining awake all night.
Lan Lan was exhausted from the previous night and wouldn't wake up until noon. Liang Yufeng went downstairs alone for coffee early in the morning. On his way, he saw that Xing Zheng had publicly announced the date of his wedding to Lin Mei, which was April 13th.
Xing Zheng and Lin Mei had registered their marriage over a year ago. Due to the child, their wedding had been postponed. Now that the child was over a year old, Xing Zheng had begun preparations for the wedding some time ago.
Whenever Liang Yufeng saw Xing Zheng, he felt immense envy. Xing Zheng was living the life he desired: a wife, children, and a warm home. He asked for nothing more in this life. No wonder Lan Lan had thought he lacked ambition back then. In this era, a person who only pursued such a life would naturally be considered "unambitious."
Lan Lan woke up at noon and, upon realizing she was in the guest room, didn't immediately recall what had happened. Recalling the events of the previous night, she finally understood...
She had been too excited last night; the bed in the master bedroom had been like a flood zone and was no longer usable. It seemed Liang Yufeng had carried her over here.
Lan Lan rubbed her forehead. She had never experienced anything like this before. Had she really been so overwhelmed after not being with him for just over a month?
Her clothes were all in the master bedroom. Lan Lan got up to wash up in the master bedroom. As she picked up her phone, she saw the news about Lin Mei and Xing Zheng announcing their wedding date.
Previously, their wedding had been in the works, but the date hadn't been set. Lan Lan immediately went to the group chat to find Lin Mei: "Let us know if you need any help."