The Thirty-Third Night (2)
It was only 10 a.m. when Feng Jing arrived, which seemed a little early … But it was better to arrive earlier, this way, he could help Jiang Ran prepare the hot pot.
Jiang Ran was very busy at the moment, Er Huang was scrambling around her. Bumping into him, she hurried him out of the kitchen. “Er Huang, your entry into this vital kitchen is forbidden. “
“Woof!”
“I won’t give you lunch at noon if you keep shaking your floofy butt here.”
Er Huang jumped a couple of times, seemingly wanting to play with her. Jiang Ran still had a kitchen knife in her hand and, for fear of hurting him, shuffled away again. As a result, she couldn’t get away from him. Right then, Er Huang’s ears caught something and he happily scurried to the doorway.
“Woof, woof.”
She watched Er Huang as he crouched beside the door and wagged his tail. Her heart grew tense. Within seconds, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Jiang Ran swiftly put down the kitchen knife, washed her hands, and took a quick look at herself in the mirror. After she made sure that her makeup and hair looked okay, she ran to open the door for Feng Jing.
Feng Jing was still wearing a cap and mask. When the two saw each other, they stood at the door for a long while before realizing what to do next.
“Feng … Mr. Feng, please come in.” Jiang Ran heard her own drumming heartbeat as she bent down and took out a pair of slippers for him.
“Ok, well, thank you.” He wasn’t sure if it was because wearing a mask was too stuffy, Feng Jing felt like he was about to suffocate. Taking off his mask and cap, he fanned his slightly hot face with his hand.
“I’m still preparing the hotpot, so you can play with Er Huang in the living room first, or else he will keep coming in and making trouble.”
When Feng Jing heard her words, he crouched down and pet Er Huang. “Er Huang, you aren’t obedient today?” he asked.
Er Huang barked at him and stuck out his tongue to lick his hand.
Feng Jing smiled and looked at Jiang Ran, saying, “You tend to the kitchen, I’ll take care of him.”
“Okay, good.” Once she saw his smile, Jiang Ran relaxed a bit and smiled back at him.
Feng Jing was stunned, he silently hid his blushing face.
He felt so pathetic. He was already in his twenties but acting like a high school student, easily blushing in front of the girls he liked.
After she left to go back to the kitchen, Jiang Ran’s heartbeat slowed down to a more normal rhythm. Whenever she saw Mr. Feng she would become quite nervous; what should she do in the future? She needed to figure out how to get along with him soon.
It seemed as if Feng Jing had the same thought as her; after he played with Er Huang in the living room for a while, he decided to run to the kitchen to help.
Jiang Ran wanted to refuse, but after she gave it some thought, she said, “Go wash your hands and help me cut up the cauliflower.”
“Sounds good.”
Feng Jing rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. Jiang Ran laid out the cauliflower and hesitantly asked him, “Can you cut it?”
“It might not end up looking very good, but I can.” He answered,
Jiang Ran laughed and handed him another knife. “Then I shall trouble you, Mr. Feng.”
Feng Jing looked at her and finally did the one thing he wanted to do since yesterday— he raised his hand and touched her head. “Why are you still calling me Mr. Feng? Just call me directly by my name.”
Jiang Ran’s heartbeat, which had managed to calm down, started to pound chaotically again. She looked back at the man in front of her, and saw a tenderness in his eyes, as deep as a pond. “Feng Jing.”
Feng Jing laughed. “Practice calling my name a few more times.”
“Feng Jing, Feng Jing, Feng Jing.” Jiang Ran called out repeatedly. “Feng Jing.”
Feng Jing looked at her red lips, and his heart was moved. He couldn’t help bending down to kiss her.
Jiang Ran’s lips were as soft as he remembered; his heart seemed to be enveloped in deep layers of cotton—soft and light. His hand gradually slipped down, and he put it lightly on her waist as if he were holding a delicate treasure.
When the tip of his tongue grazed her lips, Feng Jing pulled back. He did not apologize for his abrupt movement. “Does your letter mean that you accept my confession?” he asked.
Jiang Ran’s mind had totally exploded the moment her lips touched his. Kissing him was much more exciting than using his lipstick.
At that moment, her mind blanked as she looked at the handsome face in front of her, nodding her head subconsciously.
“So do we love each other?”
“Emm —”
“May I kiss you again?”
“—” Jiang Ran nearly fell for his trap.
Feng Jing smiled an attractive smile but didn’t actually kiss her again. Their kiss just then already made him very happy.
When he’d confessed to her earlier, he simply thought out loud rather than speak after giving it some good thought. He did, in fact, regret it later and felt that he could have found a better time to confess, but now it seemed his decision was not that bad.
“Is the lipstick you applied today the Serenade No. 007 that I gave you?” he asked.
Jiang Ran looked at him in surprise. “You can see it?”
Feng Jing smiled and approached her, whispering, “I can taste it. I remember the taste.”1MG: Bish you be a natural emperor of the night-
Jiang Ran: “—”
She wanted to disappear, bury herself in a crack somewhere.
It was only when her face looked like it was about to drip blood that Feng Jing released her, picked up a knife, and began to chop the vegetables. Jiang Ran slowly brought herself back to Earth, stood next to him to continue her work.
There was no further communication between the two. Only the cha, cha, cha of the blade chopping against the cutting board, which, like that of a heartbeat, could be heard throughout the kitchen.
“Feng Jing.”
“Emm?”
“Sorry, it took such a long time to agree to date you.”
“It’s ok.” Someone you like is truly worth waiting for.
“I actually didn’t mean to reject you earlier either, it was just that I was a bit scared. After all, you are a big star. I was afraid it wouldn’t work out well between us.” Jiang Ran cut the radish in an orderly fashion and slowly opened her mouth again to say, “Later, I understood. My biggest fear is not the fear itself, but rather, the unknown. I was just scared of a lot of the consequences which were, in fact, merely a figment of the imagination. I was silly. Such worries won’t plague my mind again, and even if they do, I wouldn’t be afraid of them as I once was.”
Feng Jing stopped chopping and looked at the girl with mixed emotions. “Thank you for your bravery. In return, I will use all that I have to protect you and never let you get hurt.”