Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2572: Chapter 376

"Wash your dishes, don’t mind me."

Momo lifted her misty eyes to glance at Ye Zhan, then lowered her head, pressing her cheek against his back.

Her grip tightened even more.

Ye Zhan half-squinted, staring at the top of her head for a couple of seconds, and turned around feeling slightly unsettled.

After that, Ye Zhan slowed down his dishwashing, feeling the warmth from his back penetrating his body, drilling straight into his heart.

His heart warmed slightly.

For a moment, he was unclear on why Momo suddenly came to hug him.

In the silent kitchen, the only sound was the clatter from washing dishes, then pots.

Momo kept hugging him from behind, her face pressed against his back, breathing in his scent, his essence.

This could calm her emotions bit by bit.

"Momo."

Ye Zhan turned around after drying his hands, his slender fingers caressing Momo’s delicate face.

The pads of his fingers teased out a slight itch.

The faintly itchy sensation moved down from her cheek as her chin was held by his distinctly jointed long fingers.

Under the pressure of his grip, she raised her head, and a shadow engulfed her vision.

The air around her nostrils was replaced by a scorching masculine scent, heat upon her lips made her heart skip a beat.

"Momo."

"Where do you want to be?"

Because of dozing off in the afternoon,

Momo, without sleeping pills, found little desire to sleep when night fell.

At one in the morning, when Momo awoke, she was embraced by Ye Zhan.

She quietly watched his exquisite and handsome features, his sleeping visage, her heart softening.

Gently she shifted a little.

Ye Zhan didn’t wake up, his hand encircling her waist tightened slightly.

Momo pursed her lips, softly removing his hand from her waist.

Moving gently, she got out of bed, circled around the footboard, and went to the sofa, pulling open a drawer to retrieve her phone, then entered the bathroom.

Several days had passed without turning on her phone; upon activation, various sounds erupted.

Fearful of waking Ye Zhan outside, Momo hurriedly muted the sound.

Missed calls and messages were not from her family but from some classmates and colleagues.

Momo cast a glance, choosing not to reply.

Instead, she opened web pages.

She and Ye Zhan were no longer trending.

Opening a search, she still found several posts appearing, hesitating but choosing not to click in.

Opening Weibo, it was clean.

Momo then randomly clicked a post, time-stamped an hour ago.

The comments below were abundant; in the deep of night, several hundred had accumulated within an hour.

"Ye Zhan, that idiot, gets a cuckolded but still acts as the love god. Imagine how formidable Momo is."

"Young Master Zhan must be deceived, poor him, wanting to comfort him so bad."

"Tch... Ye Zhan isn’t a good thing either. Act as devoted as a filial god of love, only for Haochen’s wealth support, to climb upwards step by step..."

"Momo’s incident exposed, and Ye Zhan can’t show face in G City anymore, rolling away in dismay."

Momo scrolled through more than twenty comments, finding them increasingly unbearable.

Her fingers tightened around the phone inch by inch until her knuckles turned pale.

She took two deep breaths repeatedly.

Though the words insulting her were discomforting, she could still grit her teeth to endure. Believing in what she hadn’t done, the innocent remain innocent.

But seeing them curse Ye Zhan, curse the man she loved, Momo couldn’t hide her anger.

"Momo."

From outside the door, Ye Zhan’s voice suddenly emerged, in this silent dawn, piercing through the door clearly into her ears.

Momo’s expression shifted, her hands gripping the phone stiffened slightly.

She lifted her eyes to the door.

While inwardly taking deep breaths to calm her swirling emotions.

Ye Zhan didn’t open the door to come in; instead, he asked considerately across it, "Momo, are you in there?"

His voice was low and deep, carrying three parts gentleness, highly magnetic, possessing inexplicable power to soothe hearts.

Momo pressed her lips, collected her emotions, then softly opened her mouth, "I’m here."

"Alright."

Ye Zhan didn’t come in.

Upon hearing Momo’s reply, he smiled with relief, waiting for her outside.

Momo put away her phone, washed her hands, and opened the door, seeing him standing tall and handsome outside it, his features gentle and beautiful under the warm, dim light, his eyes carrying a warm smile.

Momo’s heart suddenly felt acidic.

Like a tidal wave, emotions surged around, as she stared at his calm and gentle gaze, her eyes slowly becoming moist.

"Why awake, was it sleeping too much in the afternoon?"

Ye Zhan’s gaze deepened, his mouth curving into a beautiful arc.

After speaking, he reached over with a warm hand to her head, gently stroked her hair’s top affectionately.

As if unaware of the change in her emotions, he spoke softly, "Let’s continue to sleep."

Momo’s fluctuating emotions struggled to settle, she steadily looked at Ye Zhan acting nonchalant, thinking, perhaps he woke up when she got out of bed.

Just a moment ago she thought he hadn’t awakened.

She pursed her lips, the inner conflict and struggle replaced by resolute determination.

"Ye Zhan, let’s go back."

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