Chapter 453: I'll Cook Noodles For You

Song Yao was happily eating barbecue in the living room when she saw Chen Erbao rush out of her senior sister’s room.

“Hey, Xiaoyao, hang on. I’ll make you some noodles.”

Chen Erbao went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and saw there were still some tomatoes and eggs.

Perfect for making tomato and egg noodles.

He took out the tomatoes, skillfully diced them, got the eggs ready, and then started heating oil in a pan.

As the temperature rose, he poured the eggs into the hot oil. A sizzling sound filled the air, along with a fresh fragrance.

In the past, when Chen Dabao wasn’t home, Chen Erbao often cooked for himself, so he was quite proficient. After a flurry of activity, a steaming hot bowl of tomato and egg noodles was ready.

Chen Erbao served two bowls of noodles, carried them to the living room, and called Xia Qingxue out.

“It smells so good!”

Song Yao looked at the noodles on the table in surprise, not expecting Chen Erbao to have such skills.

Xia Qingxue was also very surprised. Her beautiful eyes fell upon Chen Erbao, a hint of a smile flashing in their depths.

“Hurry up and eat. It won’t be good once it gets cold.”

Chen Erbao said to the two women with a smile, then sat to the side and started flipping through channels with the remote.

Song Yao and Xia Qingxue sat on either side of the table, picked up their chopsticks, and started eating.

“According to our reports, a super typhoon has struck Southeast Asia, causing heavy losses in various countries. A ferry belonging to a Middle Eastern oil prince has also been forced to dock in…”

The voice from the television briefly caught Chen Erbao’s attention. He glanced at the overwhelming, surging waves on the screen and couldn’t help but be shocked by the power of nature.

With such terrifying power, even a Grandmaster would risk falling!

For a mortal to contend with heaven and earth is truly a fool’s dream.

But the Middle Eastern oil prince’s ferry…

Chen Erbao seemed to recall Huang Sanlang mentioning yesterday that this oil prince’s next stop was supposed to be China. Huang Sanlang had also said it was a pity he wasn’t qualified to go aboard; otherwise, if he could make contact and close a deal or two, it would be a life-changing boost for him personally.

Huang Baiwen was on the oil prince’s guest list. Of course, he was relying on the Huang Family’s name, and the prince was also aiming to cooperate with the Huang Family.

He flipped through a few more channels but found nothing good to watch. Chen Erbao casually put on an idol drama and lay on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

‘There’s a fierce battle waiting for me later; I need to conserve my energy!’

The two women ate quietly beside him. Song Yao watched TV as she ate, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. While looking at the popular young heartthrob on the screen, her gaze unconsciously drifted to Chen Erbao.

In fact, Chen Erbao was also very handsome, and not in a delicate, effeminate way. He was full of masculine energy. His eyebrows were thick and heavy, slanting slightly at the corners, giving him an untamable and flamboyant air. However, the gentle curve of his nasal bridge tempered some of that flamboyance, making him appear calm and reserved.

Song Yao stole a few glances at Chen Erbao’s profile and, for no reason at all, thought of the warm, large hands that had been on her chest last night…

‘What am I thinking…’

Her cheeks grew hot, and she quickly lowered her head to focus on the noodles in her bowl.

Xia Qingxue was very serious when she ate, chewing meticulously. After finishing, she placed her bowl and chopsticks on the table, picked up a nearby glass, and took a sip of water.

Chen Erbao’s scorching gaze fell upon her.

Xia Qingxue’s cool expression faltered for a moment, and she blinked at him.

Chen Erbao understood the signal, got up, and walked back to the room.

Xia Qingxue picked up her bowl to take it back to the kitchen, but Song Yao spoke up:

“Senior Sister, I’ll wash them later…”

She was still slurping her noodles.

Xia Qingxue nodded, set the bowl aside, and turned back to the room.

Inside the dimly lit room, Chen Erbao sat on the soft bed. His heart began to race as he watched the graceful beauty at the door.

“Did she go back to her room to rest?”

Chen Erbao stood up, walked to Xia Qingxue’s side, and asked softly.

“Not yet, she’s still eating.”

Xia Qingxue pressed down on Chen Erbao’s hands, her clear eyes looking at him with a shy timidity, her cheeks slightly flushed:

“Not now, she’ll hear us…”

Chen Erbao waved his hand, and Spiritual Power surged out, forming a transparent barrier of light that enveloped the entire room.

“It’s soundproof, don’t worry…”

He took a step forward and pulled Xia Qingxue into his embrace.

Xia Qingxue let out a soft cry and, no longer resisting, leaned against Chen Erbao.

Her soft lips were captured. Chen Erbao expertly parted her teeth with his tongue, taking her delicate, slippery little tongue into his mouth.

Xia Qingxue’s body trembled slightly. Her snow-white arms unconsciously wrapped around Chen Erbao’s neck. With her eyes shut tight, she tilted her head up to meet Chen Erbao’s assault.

Sweet saliva was exchanged, vermilion lips parted slightly, and her hot breath on Chen Erbao’s face made his movements grow even rougher.

He pressed Xia Qingxue against the door, his hands tracing her exquisite and graceful curves, inch by inch.

Her thin nightgown was quickly unfastened by his fingers, and two delicate, snow-white mounds fell into his clutches.

The tender grapes were rubbed by his palms, quickly hardening and standing proudly atop the peaks. Even through the thin silk of her nightgown, they were clearly visible.

“Ngh… slower!”

Xia Qingxue said shyly.

Chen Erbao chuckled, released her mouth, and began to lick and kiss his way down her smooth, jade-like neck, inch by inch.

Where his lips passed, pale red kiss marks bloomed on her snow-white skin. Xia Qingxue couldn’t help but moan softly, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as if enduring something.

Chen Erbao reached his hands behind her back and untied the silk ribbon of her nightgown. Then, holding Xia Qingxue’s shoulders, he pulled gently, and the nightgown slipped off.

A flawless, naked form was exposed before Chen Erbao’s eyes. The vast expanse of snow-white skin made him dizzy.

Her upturned, bowl-shaped twin peaks stood proudly, too large to be held in one hand. The pink grapes glistened with a crystalline sheen.

Her flat stomach was without a trace of excess fat. Her slender waist was like white jade, barely a handful.

Further down were her full, rounded buttocks, like a millstone.

In the dark thicket, glistening dewdrops caught the eye.

Her two long, straight legs were perfectly proportioned. Simply the perfect female frame!

Chen Erbao’s eyes lit up. He ripped off all his clothes in one motion and carried her fragrant, seductive body to the bed.

His massive Stabilizing Needle had long since risen to attention, pressing against Xia Qingxue’s abdomen. Meanwhile, Chen Erbao had already taken one of her soft, delicate snow-white peaks into his mouth, the fragrant taste lingering between his lips and teeth.

“Ah…”

Xia Qingxue clutched the back of Chen Erbao’s head and thrust her chest out to meet his fervent lips. Her long legs quietly parted and wrapped around his lower back.

Chen Erbao squeezed the two snowy peaks together forcefully, buried his entire face in the ravine, and began to suck greedily.