After Becoming A Popular Girl, I Choose My Husband On Planet X - Chapter 11

Bai Zixin had a rare spark of inspiration and silently told herself: Wife power, activate! She decided to cook dinner herself.

She said she was “cooking,” but in fact she only took a pack of thick soup from the freezer, threw in some half-cooked noodles, sprinkled a few spices, and plated it neatly—she felt very proud of herself.

She sat in front of Ye Yibai with the steaming bowl in her hands, resting her cheeks in her palms, smiling sweetly like a girl from an idol drama.

“I cooked this. Do you want to try it?”

Ye Yibai chuckled, picking up the spoon as if he was about to taste the most precious dish in the world. “Okay, I’ve been looking forward to it.”

But Bai Zixin snatched the spoon away and whispered, “No, I want to feed you~ Did you forget? We agreed to have s3x.”

Then she leaned close and solemnly added in his ear:

“There should be… a sense of ritual between husband and wife.”

Ye Yibai laughed lightly, lowering his eyes as his smile took on a hint of danger.

“Alright, then I won’t move. I’ll leave it to you.”

Bai Zixin proudly scooped a spoonful of the soup and brought it toward his lips—her hand trembled—

“Ah!” she cried.

With a plop, the soup spilled onto Ye Yibai’s shirt, right on the most troublesome spot to wash.

Her eyes widened in panic, her voice high like a startled kitten. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Ye Yibai looked down. He wasn’t angry at all. Instead, the corner of his lips curved helplessly. “It seems your feeding skill… still needs a few upgrades.”

Bai Zixin puffed her cheeks, hands on her hips. “Hmph! Didn’t you say, ‘I’m cute no matter what I do’?”

“I’m now burned by cuteness,” Ye Yibai said slowly. His tone was helpless, but his eyes glowed with affection. “But even if it burns me… it’s worth it.”

He leaned closer, ignoring the stain, his voice low against her ear.

“But… if you want to ‘feed’ me yourself, there are other ways. I’m happy to accept.”

Bai Zixin’s face flushed crimson. She smacked his forehead with the spoon. “Be serious!”

The two of them were flirting, the air so sweet it could burst—

Just then, the door clicked open.

Gao Muting stood there in his military uniform, dark coat still on. Fresh from his mission, he carried the chill of the night, his eyes sharp and cold as they landed on Bai Zixin and Ye Yibai—

She was leaning close with a spoon in hand, and Ye Yibai’s chest bore a wet stain, as if he had just been “fed very comfortably.”

The air froze at once.

Gao Muting: “…Did I walk into the wrong house?”

Bai Zixin: “Ah! No, no, no, you didn’t!”

Ye Yibai calmly stood, straightening his shirt. “Gao Muting, you’re back earlier than I thought.”

Gao Muting’s face stayed cold, his eyes scanning the stain on Ye Yibai’s chest inch by inch. His voice was calm, yet the temperature dropped five degrees. “You two… seem very close.”

Bai Zixin wanted to crawl into the soup pot. She threw the spoon onto the table, rushed forward, and grabbed Gao Muting’s arm, speaking quickly and firmly:

“You’re my husband. Of course you’re the one I have to kiss first!”

Then she tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips without hesitation.

Gao Muting froze. His hard expression cracked, the tips of his ears reddening. “…Next time, change your clothes before you feed me.”

Bai Zixin blinked, innocent. “I’ll improve… Then, do you want to try my soup? It’s instant, but I added some love.”

Gao Muting glanced at Ye Yibai, then the corner of his mouth lifted in a rare smile. “Feed me. I won’t move.”

Ye Yibai added calmly, gentle but pointed:

“Just be careful not to spill again. He has a soldier’s temper. He won’t be as patient as I am.”

Bai Zixin nearly lost her mind. She grabbed the spoon, stomping her foot. “Ahhh, you two stop fighting! I just want to be a good wife!”

“…It’s like having two giant dogs competing for the first bite!”

Ye Yibai stroked his chin leisurely. “If you feed me a few more spoonfuls, I might not resist asking for ‘dessert.’”

Gao Muting said steadily, “I won’t miss training time after dinner.” How long do I have to hold back? Men truly think with their lower body—no mistake about that.

Bai Zixin: “…Your ‘dessert’ and ‘exercise’ are the same thing?”

Both of them answered at once: “Exactly the same.”

Bai Zixin turned red instantly. “You two! Out of the kitchen! If you tease me again, I’ll add chili peppers to dinner!”