After Amnesia, the Fishing-Type O Tempts Me to Mark Her - Chapter 20

*Do you want to eat?*

 

A moment of silence hung in the car.

 

The corners of Cheng Yang’s lips curled upward, a hint of amusement still lingering in her eyes.

 

Xu Xun’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling into crescents.

 

He gently rubbed Cheng Yang’s cheek. “That’s wonderful.”

 

Cheng Yang playfully “collapsed” into his arms. “Honey, when will I finally remember? Then I’ll know just how thrilling our dates used to be.”

 

“Don’t worry, you’ll remember soon.”

 

Xu Xun held Cheng Yang close. “I was planning to take you out for a candlelight dinner tonight, but with this incident… we can still…”

 

“Candlelight dinner!”

 

The moment Cheng Yang heard those words, she perked up, instantly wriggling out of Xu Xun’s embrace.

 

“Honey, why didn’t you say so earlier? I wouldn’t have napped if I’d known!”

 

Xu Xun pinched the tip of Cheng Yang’s nose. “I wanted to surprise you. But it looks like tonight’s dinner is off. We’ll have to reschedule.”

 

Cheng Yang immediately deflated, curling back into Xu Xun’s arms and nuzzling against the soft, fragrant Omega.

 

Xu Xun was pressed into a corner by Cheng Yang’s relentless nuzzling.

 

The Alpha before him resembled a soft, fluffy, oversized dog.

 

Xu Xun’s eyes crinkled with laughter.

 

*Mmm.*

 

*Still peach-flavored.*

 

***

 

Back home, Cheng Yang clung to Xu Xun, refusing to let go.

 

They walked in tandem, Cheng Yang trailing behind Xu Xun, her arms wrapped around Xu Xun’s waist. With each step Xu Xun took, Cheng Yang followed, utterly clingy.

 

Night had fallen.

 

The villa was eerily empty.

 

Cheng Yang pushed Xu Xun onto the sofa, then pressed herself against him, unbuttoning his shirt.

 

Her lips had just brushed Xu Xun’s neck when she remembered the lingering hives on his skin.

 

Cheng Yang bit her lower lip and reluctantly climbed off him.

 

“Wife, I’m hungry.”

 

Xu Xun wouldn’t let her leave. He hooked his arm around her nape, pulling her down until her lips met his chest.

 

“If you’re hungry, eat me first.”

 

Xu Xun arched his upper body slightly, unbuttoning his shirt to just above his abdomen.

 

Cheng Yang swallowed hard, the faint scent of night-blooming cereus lingering around her nose.

 

“Wife, I want to taste it.”

 

Xu Xun was already impatient.

 

In front of Cheng Yang, she had no concept of restraint.

 

In a moment of impulsiveness, Xu Xun pressed down on the back of Cheng Yang’s neck, pulling her closer.

 

“You don’t need to tell me about things like this anymore. You can do anything you want to me.”

 

Cheng Yang lowered her head, her lips tentatively brushing against Xu Xun’s skin.

 

Just as she was about to take Xu Xun into her mouth, the Omega beneath her suddenly began to tremble violently.

 

Cheng Yang flinched in alarm. “Wife, why are you shaking again?”

 

Xu Xun opened her mouth, a soft moan escaping her throat.

 

“Yangyang…”

 

Her voice was sweet and cloying, stirring a restless heat within Cheng Yang.

 

Grinding her teeth, Cheng Yang noticed Xu Xun’s skin growing increasingly red, with tiny red spots beginning to appear.

 

Cheng Yang steadied herself.

 

She quickly shifted to the side and retrieved the urticaria medication from the table—both topical and oral, though the latter needed to be taken after dinner.

 

Xu Xun slowly sat up on the sofa. Seeing Cheng Yang sitting far away, she beckoned her closer.

 

“Why are you sitting so far away?”

 

Cheng Yang swallowed nervously. “I’m afraid if I get too close, I won’t be able to control myself.”

 

She sorted her oral medications, setting aside the ones she needed for tonight.

 

Xu Xun stood up and walked toward her.

 

Seeing this, Cheng Yang clutched the medicine to her chest and scurried into the kitchen. “Don’t come any closer!”

 

Xu Xun’s lips curved into a helpless smile. “Do you really think hiding from me like this will work? We’ll still be sharing the same bed tonight, won’t we?”

 

Cheng Yang fell silent.

 

He had a point.

 

Before she could process his words, Xu Xun was already standing before her.

 

“Yangyang, don’t hide from me. I’m scared.”

 

Cheng Yang clenched her fists and nodded.

 

—

 

Dinner was prepared by the housekeeper.

 

Jiang Huimei had simmered red date and bird’s nest porridge, along with several light stir-fried dishes.

 

Cheng Yang, who had been starving since noon, found even the simple fare utterly delicious.

 

Xu Xun’s lips curved into a smile as he watched her eat with such relish.

 

The dinner atmosphere was harmonious.

 

Xu Xun lowered his head to sip his porridge, but when he looked up, Cheng Yang had vanished.

 

Just as he was about to call out, she emerged from the kitchen, carrying two pink candles.

 

“Honey, look what I found!” Cheng Yang placed a candle in the center of the dining table and lit it with a match.

 

The bright candlelight illuminated the entire table, and Cheng Yang casually switched off the kitchen light.

 

Xu Xun couldn’t help but chuckle. “We’re almost finished eating.”

 

Cheng Yang sighed dramatically. “Ah, my romantic instincts may be a bit late to the party, but they can’t be ignored!”

 

The two sat facing each other. Cheng Yang gazed at Xu Xun’s face in the flickering candlelight, feeling even the plain porridge in her bowl tasted sweeter.

 

She drained half her bowl in one gulp, wiped her mouth, and cupped her cheeks with both hands, staring intently at Xu Xun.

 

Xu Xun’s hands were slender and pale, beautiful.

 

His lips were soft and red, beautiful.

 

His eyes were bright and large, beautiful.

 

Cheng Yang couldn’t suppress a giggle. She reached for her phone on the table and opened the photo album.

 

The album was filled with professionally edited photos of Xu Xun.

 

Every time Cheng Yang scrolled through Weibo, she’d come across wallpapers or profile pictures of him.

 

Unsurprisingly, she had saved almost all of them, resulting in tens of thousands of images stored on her phone.

 

The remaining photos were all “candid” shots she had secretly taken.

 

After reviewing them, Cheng Yang concluded that even the professionally edited photos couldn’t compare to the raw beauty captured by the phone’s camera.

 

While Xu Xun was eating his porridge, Cheng Yang stealthily opened her camera and snapped several photos of him.

 

It was supposed to be a candid shot, but she had forgotten to silence her phone, and the clear “click” of the shutter echoed through the room.

 

Xu Xun looked up, meeting Cheng Yang’s guilty gaze, and couldn’t help but smile.

 

Cheng Yang quickly took the offensive: “Honey, you look so beautiful eating your porridge! I couldn’t resist taking a few pictures.”

 

Xu Xun’s lips curved into a smile. “You can take as many as you want.”

 

Hearing this, Cheng Yang’s lips curled into a smug grin. “Then I won’t hold back.”

 

***

 

By the end of the meal, Cheng Yang had taken over a hundred photos.

 

She felt she should delete some, but as she scrolled through them, she kept finding reasons to keep each one—this angle was perfect, that one had great lighting—and ended up keeping them all.

 

As she reviewed her “haul,” Xu Xun curiously leaned over.

 

“I noticed you were taking pictures the whole time. How many did you end up taking?”

 

Cheng Yang handed him her phone.

 

Xu Xun frowned, then stared in disbelief at the screen. The total number of photos exceeded thirty thousand.

 

He casually scrolled upward, discovering that nearly all the photos were of himself.

 

Xu Xun’s lips curved into a smile. “Not bad. Keep it up.”

 

After finishing dinner, Xu Xun felt a bit full.

 

She wanted to take a stroll in the small garden outside, but Cheng Yang gently pushed her back.

 

“You have hives. Going out in the wind will only make it worse. I’ll wipe you down later and apply some ointment.”

 

Xu Xun obediently followed Cheng Yang into the bedroom.

 

“You’re the one who’s sick, yet you’re taking care of me.”

 

“We’re a couple, aren’t we?”

 

Cheng Yang guided Xu Xun into the bathroom and deftly unbuttoned her clothes.

 

“You’re my lover. It hurts when you talk so formally between us.”

 

In less than half a minute, Xu Xun’s clothes were stripped off completely.

 

Cheng Yang bit her lower lip, took a few steps back, and gazed at the “beautiful scenery” before her.

 

“Honey, you have such a great figure.”

 

“Your br3asts are so big.”

 

They look so soft.

 

I really want to taste them.

 

I want to see just how soft they are.

 

Cheng Yang swallowed hard, trying to clear the lewd thoughts flooding her mind.

 

Like rising water, they kept accumulating.

 

Almost overflowing.

 

Seeing Cheng Yang’s gaze fixed on her chest, Xu Xun calmly walked over, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around the Alpha’s neck.

 

“Want to taste?”