Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 341 - 342 Intense Battle_1

Chapter 341: Chapter 342 Intense Battle_1

In the courtyard, Bu Rong’s voice echoed, calling her youngest son to come wash his face. Sounds of well-water being drawn, doors closing, filled the air - but inside the house... the soft snore of the man beside her was the only sound.

He was sleeping so soundly that Nan Feng couldn’t help but turn to observe him.

His thick eyebrows formed gentle ripples in his sleep. His lush eyelashes fluttered lightly, reminiscent of a butterfly’s wings. The contours of his nose were sharp and vivid, his lips soft and supple like pale flower petals. Under his well-defined jawline was a yoke signifying the masculine charm.

Both of them were covered by the same quilt, nature wrapping only down to his waist. His upper body was bare, exposing his robust arm marked with a few knife wounds. Perhaps they were relics from a turbulent past, these scars only seemed to enhance his rugged appeal.

Last night, Nan Feng had unabashedly accepted his looks, but the more she looked now, the more she was intrigued and infatuated.

Unable to resist, she reached out to caress his face, but as soon as she touched his cheek, he grasped her hand.

It seemed he was already awake.

He pressed her hand against his face and opened his eyes to look at her.

"Now, can you accept someone like me?" he asked.

Nan Feng nodded.

Of course she accepted.

He reached out, pulling her close against his body, their bodies tightly conjoined. Nan Feng’s heart pounded in her chest; she too was unclothed. Their bare flesh was pressed intently against each other.

He started to breathe heavily again. However, unlike the frenzy of last night, he only gently caressed her back and brushed his lips against hers. "Fengfeng, I’m going back to the yamen and will be away on official duties with the county lord in the provincial city for some time. Please take care of yourself, you can seek Wu Yang if you need anything. If he can’t help you, you can also find the gang leader."

Nan Feng nodded.

Once he had finished speaking, he rose to dress, revealing his back to her.

His sturdy, broad back was also marked with scars. It was impressive how seamlessly he bore them.

"Your hunchback... it was a disguise too, wasn’t it?" Nan Feng felt a bit naive. No wonder she’d been discovered by Boss Fu and the instructors at the Special Agent School had never assigned her any missions.

He responded, "Yes."

Nan Feng rose from the bed and touched his back, "I was so foolish to have never figured it out."

"It’s not your fault, no one can see through the disguise techniques of Master Dao," He replied, patting her head. Seeing her just standing there, he gave in to the urge to embrace her bare, round body again.

Nan Feng quickly pulled up the quilt to cover herself.

Once he was fully dressed and had turned back to face her, his appearance was back to what it had been at first.

...

Nan Feng’s mood that morning was exceptionally delightful.

As she started to move the facial masks out of the house, she found herself melodiously humming, "So sweet, your smile is so sweet, blossoming in the spring wind, in the fair spring wind..."

Feng Gu on the side stared at her in puzzlement. Nan Feng was always composed and mature; why was she acting like a young, smitten wife today?

The song she sang... Feng Gu had never heard it before. It was beautiful, yes, but it sounded a bit strange.

As Nan Feng hummed, scenes from last night washed over her, intermixed with the image of his handsome face. Her cheeks turned rosy.

In the heat of passion, it was terribly embarrassing. Cough, so he was actually quite an attractive man. In the future, would he... return to his original appearance when they are intimate?

Cough,