Chapter 133: This is Happiness

The next day, contrary to his usual habits, Lin Fan did not wake up early. The tender embrace of a lover is truly the graveyard of ambition, or so it seemed. Having been so exhausted the night before, Zhao Ying also wanted to sleep in a little longer, but because she had to go to work soon, she forced herself to get up. After preparing breakfast, Zhao Ying returned to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the soundly sleeping Lin Fan. A foolish, blissful smile spread across her face. She had come to terms with it; whatever the future held, she would face it when it arrived.

At that moment, Lin Fan suddenly kicked off the quilt, turned over with his eyes closed, and revealed his intensely powerful physique and chiseled chest muscles. He lay there completely naked right before Zhao Ying's eyes.

"After a whole night of that, how can he still be so fired up early in the morning?" Seeing Lin Fan's fully aroused state, Zhao Ying blushed and muttered softly. Assuming that Lin Fan had kicked off the blanket simply because the air conditioning in the room was too warm, she did not look closely at his face. Had she observed carefully, she surely would have noticed the faint, mischievous smirk playing at the corners of Lin Fan's lips.

In truth, Lin Fan had been awake for a while, but the bed was filled with Zhao Ying's sweet scent, making it exceptionally comfortable. He had known the moment the young woman walked in, yet he had deliberately kept up the act of sleeping. Hearing her soft murmur, Lin Fan couldn't help curling his lip inwardly and thinking, "Fired up? It would be far stranger for a healthy man not to have a normal physiological reaction early in the morning."

Of course, that was only part of it. On the other hand, Zhao Ying was wearing only a thin, flimsy nightgown, her flawless figure and the alluring curves of her breasts swaying enticingly right before his eyes. Faced with such temptation, Lin Fan had initially wanted to pull her back into his arms for another round of passionate intimacy. However, remembering how long they had carried on the previous night, he knew he was fine, but considering Zhao Ying's physical well-being, he ultimately held back. Still, since his body had already reacted so strongly, taking a few liberties seemed completely harmless, which explained the scene just moments ago.

"You big lazybones, get up and eat," Zhao Ying said, forcing herself to look away from the most sensitive part of his body as she reached out to pinch his nose. Yet, her eyes still betrayed her by darting downward. After all, they had already shared the most intimate of contacts, and a man's physique naturally held a captivating allure for a woman, to say nothing of a man as intensely masculine as Lin Fan.

Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, pulled Zhao Ying directly into his embrace, and said, "Wife, what is this? Are you trying to murder your own husband?"

Startled, Zhao Ying let out a little shriek as she tumbled into Lin Fan's arms. Giving a soft, spoiled humpph, she retorted, "Pulling stunts first thing in the morning—who's your wife? You have skin as thick as a city wall." By now, Zhao Ying had figured it out: Lin Fan's posture on the bed just then had definitely been deliberate, a way to flaunt his body right in front of her.

"Isn't it? Aren't you my wife?" Lin Fan teased. "If not, fine, I suppose I'll just have to go find my wife elsewhere."

"You dare!" Zhao Ying glared at Lin Fan with a mock-angry expression, raising a hand as if to pinch him. Fortunately, Lin Fan was prepared and leaned his upper body back just in time. Because he was completely naked, this sudden movement placed his proud, stiff arousal directly in front of Zhao Ying's face.

"You—you... pervert, absolute pervert!" Driven by feminine instinct, Zhao Ying didn't even think; she simply covered her face with both hands and scolded him.

Seeing that Lin Fan remained silent, Zhao Ying peeked through the gap between her fingers and saw that he was still in the same posture, wearing a wicked grin as he stared straight at her with an extremely "unfriendly" look. "Ying'er, what are you afraid of? It's not like you haven't seen it before," he murmured.

"Hmph, I'll teach you to be a pervert, I'll teach you to be a pervert!" Zhao Ying cried out, completely abandoning her composure as she pinched him hard.

"Don't move, stop thrashing around, girl! You can't just move around randomly in a spot like this—easy, go easy..." Lin Fan couldn't help feeling both amused and exasperated. This young woman was turning out to be quite fierce. Even as he spoke, however, his proud arousal seemed to silently challenge Zhao Ying: *Come on then, let's see you try if you've got the nerve.*

After wrestling playfully on the bed for a while, Lin Fan quickly slipped on a pair of loose boxer shorts.

If he couldn't control himself and started another round, Zhao Ying wouldn't refuse him, but Lin Fan would feel a lingering sense of guilt. After their marathon session last night, he felt fine, but Zhao Ying was bound to be exhausted; a woman's physical stamina naturally fell short of a man's in certain areas. It was obvious from her complexion that she hadn't gotten enough sleep. Coupled with the fact that she had to go to work soon, continuing would make him no better than an animal—no different from the kind of men who only cared about dragging women into bed.

"Get up and eat quickly, or it'll get cold," Zhao Ying said, judging that time was running out.

"No, I want to sleep a little longer. Wife, sleep with me for a while; I can only fall asleep when I'm holding you," Lin Fan whined like a spoiled child, burying his head deeply into Zhao Ying's chest as he spoke.

"Stop messing around!" Zhao Ying said with a blushing face. "My time is up, I have to head to the police station. My time at the precinct is almost over—I really love the feeling of being a police officer, but my mom's side..." At this, a clear flash of disappointment crossed her face.

"I know. Just go ahead and do what you love, leave the rest to me," Lin Fan said with a reassuring smile.

Lin Fan naturally understood the implication behind Zhao Ying's words. The girl was undoubtedly referring to the agreement between her and her mother: after serving as a police officer for three years, she would return home to take over her mother's business empire. To be honest, Lin Fan didn't care what career path Zhao Ying chose; as long as it was what his beloved wanted, he would never stand in her way.

"Wait," seeing that Zhao Ying was about to leave, Lin Fan quickly grabbed her delicate hand. "You have to give me a kiss, otherwise you're not allowed to leave."

"Muah!" Zhao Ying leaned down, planted a quick kiss on Lin Fan's cheek, and said, "If you don't want to get up yet, sleep a bit longer. I've left breakfast right there, just heat it up when you wake up. I'm heading out now."

Watching Zhao Ying's retreating figure, Lin Fan smiled happily and stretched out across the bed in a star shape. Regarding the question Zhao Ying had asked him last night, even he couldn't pass his own judgment on his answer, yet that was genuinely how he felt inside. He refused to use empty, flowery words to deceive Zhao Ying, so he could only utter those three words: *I don't know.* But this in no way hindered the profound connection he shared with Zhao Ying, nor did it diminish his love for her.

Being with Zhao Ying always filled Lin Fan with boundless happiness and joy. Even inhaling her lingering scent brought a sense of inner peace he had never experienced before. Breathing in the faint fragrance left behind on Zhao Ying's pillow, Lin Fan drifted off to sleep once more. Since he was finally indulging in the rare luxury of sleeping in, he certainly wasn't going to waste the opportunity. However, no sooner had he fallen back asleep than the phone by the bedside began to ring insistently...