The Rough Hunter’s Little Lucky Wife Chapter 182 Early Morning

182 Early Morning
When Yue Jiaojiao opened her eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.
The spot under the blanket had already turned cold. The moment she moved, Chengfeng, who had been huddling at the side of the bed, immediately stood up and ran to the small kitchen to pull on Zhao Zhan’s trousers.
Zhao Zhan carried Chengfeng to his bowl and placed the goat’s milk and meat that had been dried in the air into the bowl. Then, he washed his hands, put the breakfast on the tray, and walked into the room.
“Zhao Zhan.”
Yue Jiaojiao lay lazily on the bed, not wanting to move. She only turned over when she saw Zhao Zhan enter the room.
I’ve brought the food in. Zhao Zhan walked over and picked her up. Then, he wrapped her in a blanket and held her in his arms. He whispered, “Do you want to get up and eat?”
“I don’t want to move.” Yue Jiaojiao lay limply in his arms and mumbled, “I don’t have any strength.”
“Do you want me to feed you?”
Although it was a questioning tone, Zhao Zhan had already gently released her and walked over to pick up a bench. He placed the tray on the bench and picked up the bowl of porridge. “Do you want a bite?”
Yue Jiaojiao shook her head. Seeing her like this, Zhao Zhan chuckled and went to bring the basin over. “Can you wash up first?”
Yue Jiaojiao rolled out of bed and said, “You don’t have to go through so much trouble. I’ll just go to the cubicle to wash myself up.”
As she spoke, she reached out to take the basin. How could Zhao Zhan let her do it? He immediately carried her with one arm and carried the basin with the other to the cubicle.
While Yue Jiaojiao was washing up, he leaned against the door and stared at her without even blinking.
No matter how used Yue Jiaojiao was to being stared at by him, she still felt uncomfortable all over. She raised her head and glared back at him.
When he saw her looking over, Zhao Zhan immediately stood up straight, his eyes shining.
Yue Jiaojiao had a feeling that if this guy had a tail like Chengfeng, he would probably be wagging it now.
After washing up, Yue Jiaojiao had yet to move when she was carried into the inner room. In just one night, this guy had become so attached to her that he wanted to keep her by his side at all times.
“Zhao Zhan?” When Yue Jiaojiao was placed on the chair, she raised her hand and touched Zhao Zhan’s forehead. “Do you have a fever?”
“Nope.” Zhao Zhan shook his head and placed the porridge that was just right in front of Yue Jiaojiao. “I don’t have a fever at all.”
He paused for a moment and couldn’t help but lean forward with a worried face. “I’m just afraid that you’ll be uncomfortable.”
There was a clear red mark on the woman’s wrist that was exposed when she was eating the porridge.
This must have been caused by him when he held her wrists with one hand last night.
There were even markings on her neck.
Zhao Zhan’s gaze was fleeting, but he couldn’t help but want to look again. His eyes were alluring, and the corners of his lips couldn’t help but curl up slightly.
Yue Jiaojiao reached out and covered his face. Her hands were fair and tender, a sharp contrast to Zhao Zhan’s rough-looking hands.
“Stop looking.”
Just as she was washing up, Yue Jiaojiao saw the blush on her body that couldn’t be covered and said in a delicate voice, “Can you find me a scarf later? Otherwise, I won’t be able to go out and meet people today.”
Zhao Zhan held her hand but did not move it away. He said softly, “Okay.”
His hot breath burned her palm. Yue Jiaojiao could feel the moisture on her palm, and her face turned red as she tried to pull her hand away.
Zhao Zhan’s grip was tight. Seeing that she was about to break free, he leaned over to Yue Jiaojiao and put his arm around her waist. “The porridge is getting cold. Shall I get you another bowl?”
This man was all over her!
“There’s no need to make a new one. This is good enough.”
One of her hands was still in his grasp. Yue Jiaojiao tried to break free a few more times, but to no avail, so she simply let him do as he wished with a red face.