Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  “I really should cook…”


  Shen Fanxing reached out to shove Bo Jinchuan, but he grabbed her hands instead.

  His palms were scorching hot.

  Shen Fanxing’s eyelashes trembled and she didn’t dare to look into Bo Jinchuan’s eyes again.

  Bo Jinchuan wrapped his arm around her and took a step back, lifting Shen Fanxing down to the floor.

  “You did… well just now,” said Bo Jinchuan deeply. His voice was alluring.

  Shen Fanxing glanced askew at him and looked at the seafood that had been prepared. “Do you still want me to cook?”


  “Okay.”


  He sounded resigned.

  Shen Fanxing moved her lips with her expression conflicted. She pressed her lips and stared at Bo Jinchuan for some time. Then she pulled his hand and planted a kiss on his chin.

  “You go out first, I’ll get you when I’m done.”


  “Okay.”


  “You better change your clothes,” reminded Shen Fanxing.

  “What will happen if I don’t change?”


  “I will molest you, what else can I do?”


  Bo Jinchuan raised an eyebrow and said, “I won’t change then.”


  She was speechless…


  Shen Fanxing shut her mouth and swore not to speak anymore.

  Bo Jinchuan stayed in the kitchen for a while before Shen Fanxing pushed him away.

  “You can go and do your work if you’re bored. Your real battlefield is the mall, not the kitchen!”


  Perhaps Bo Jinchuan really had work to do, as he didn’t insist.

  Forty minutes later, Shen Fanxing finally brought all the dishes to the dining table. She went upstairs to call Bo Jinchuan.

  This was the first time she had visited his apartment, but the layout was similar. So she wandered around to look for the study.

  The door to the study wasn’t closed and Bo Jinchuan was sitting on the chair. He seemed to be reading a document quietly.

  Different from how he had teased her earlier, he appeared like the first time she had met him; calm, collected and intelligent.

  He had turned his head slightly and seemed to be lost in thought. It seemed that he had always been the one casting his pride and ego aside to accommodate her.

  Pressing her lips, Shen Fanxing stood at the door and knocked.

  Upon hearing her, Bo Jinchuan looked up. The somber coldness in his eyes vanished.

  “You’re done?”


  His lips curled into a warm smile, and his voice was husky and pleasant.

  Shen Fanxing nodded instinctively, but something flashed across her eyes. Her heart ached for him.

  He was indeed accommodating her!

  Bo Jinchuan placed the document aside and strode to Shen Fanxing. He reached out to hold her hand.

  “What are you thinking?”


  Shen Fanxing wiped the emotions from her face and shook her head with a smile. Her fingers gripped the man’s hand.

  “Nothing much, dinner’s ready. Let’s go down.”


  …


  Shen Fanxing scooped some soup into a bowl and served it to Bo Jinchuan.

  Then she sat down.

  “I think it’s a success, give it a try.”


  Bo Jinchuan picked up his spoon and tasted the soup. His posture was dignified and elegant.

  Shen Fanxing looked at him with anticipation and asked, “How is it?”


  “Yeah, not bad.”


  Shen Fanxing smiled in relief.

  “The seafood is quite good, try it.”


  Shen Fanxing said as she put on her gloves. She picked up a braised prawn and started peeling it.

  “That would take too long to peel the prawns.”


  Just as Shen Fanxing was peeling the skin systematically, Bo Jinchuan smiled and said,

  Shen Fanxing raised her head as he picked up a prawn to put it on her plate.

  “Look… press it… shake the head of the prawn… Peel from here and press it… Done…”


  In less than five seconds, Bo Jinchuan placed another peeled prawn on her plate.

  Shen Fanxing looked up at Bo Jinchuan in surprise and said, “…I didn’t expect that you would know how to peel prawns…”


  Shen Fanxing tried to peel one like how Bo Jinchuan did and she succeeded.

  Bo Jinchuan frowned slightly before looking up at her. His expression was calm but pensive.

  “You seem to be too smart.”