Fu Yanli patiently picked the shredded ginger out of the porridge, strand by strand, until he was certain there was none left in the bowl.
Only then did Jiang Xun reluctantly open his mouth and eat the porridge, his expression still sour.
Last night had been their second time going all the way. It had indeed been easier to bear than the first, but Fu Yanli had also been more of a beast, as if there would be no next time after this.
So now, he ached all over.
After feeding him the last spoonful of porridge, Fu Yanli set the empty bowl on the nightstand and took a tissue to wipe the corners of Jiang Xun's mouth. At the same time, he suddenly asked, "Xiao Xun, you still haven't answered my question from last night."
Jiang Xun's handsome brows furrowed slightly. What question?
By the end of last night, he had been completely out of it. How was he supposed to remember any questions?
Fu Yanli tossed the tissue into the trash, then looked at Jiang Xun and calmly ground out the words, "Am I good enough?"
Jiang Xun: "..."
Was that necessary? Did he really have to remember it until now?
"Yes, you're the best!" Jiang Xun gave Fu Yanli a thumbs-up and said through gritted teeth, "You couldn't possibly be any better!"
Fu Yanli: "Mm."
They spent another half day on the yacht and did not return from the marina until evening.
Fu Yanli was exceedingly satisfied with his birthday. When he went to work the next day, his entire being radiated one message-President Fu was in a wonderful mood.
The company employees were all discussing the same thing behind his back: had President Fu found love again?
Otherwise, why did he give them the feeling that