Waking up from an afternoon nap and feeling in a good mood, Yena looked at her cell phone. The time said it was already past five o'clock.
When Yena entered the living room, Ethan Zhao was standing at the balcony to the side, as if he'd only just finished making a call.
Yena: 'Hmm who might that be? The female lead?'
Yena sat on the couch, placed her injured leg on the coffee table, and then watched Ethan Zhao.
Ethan Zhao walked in, saw her, and then walked towards the couch. "You just woke up?"
Yena stared blankly, "How did you know?"
Ethan Zhao pointed, "Your hair."
Yena lowered her head to look. Oh, right! Her hair was messy. She could tell with one look that it was from her rolling around on a bed as she slept.
Yena laughed dryly and casually combed her finger through her hair.
Ethan Zhao stretched out a hand to help her smooth her hair.
He moved so naturally that it didn't even bother Yena. Yena grumbled, "Long hair is too much trouble! I wish I could just shave it! It would save me from combing, hair washing water, and all of the work!"
Her gaze turned only to find Ethan Zhao trying to hold in a laugh.
Ethan Zhao could actually laugh! Yena was silently surprised. He reminded her of someone! She glared, "What are you laughing at?"
Ethan Zhao said, "I thought all girls liked long hair."
Yena thought: I also like girls with long hair, but I don't like it with long hair growing on my own head!
Yena played with the end of a lock of her long hair, coughed to clear her throat, then said, "Hubby, I'm hungry."
The original Su Yena's voice was already nice and soft with a bit of unwitting elegance in it. But after Yena deliberately added an innocent, wounded tone to it, it naturally became a very powerful weapon. Yena didn't know if it had affected Ethan Zhao, but he had even managed to move himself! Yena thought that if a girl talked like that to a man, he'd have already gone limp and fallen head over heels fr her.
As it turned out, Ethan Zhao was nothing more but a normal man. After hearing Yena's words, his expression became even gentler.
"Recently, you seem to be hungry a lot more."
Yena: "..." Mr. Zhao. Don't think that I can't tell that you're implying I'm a pig!
Yena unhappily said, "I'm still recuperating. Of course I've got to eat more!" She glared at Ethan Zhao, "And I don't want takeout for dinner!"
"Then…"
"I also don't want instant noodles!"
Ethan Zhao looked at her helplessly.
Yena said, "Even if we're not really a couple, we're still cohabiting. Now that I'm crippled, shouldn't you make me something good to help me recuperate?"
After Ethan Zhao was silent for a moment.
"…I'm not a good cook."
Yena enthusiastically said, "That's okay, I believe in you. Seeing that you can even become a President, how can you not be able to cook a meal?!" Humph, Mr. Zhao, I'm not letting you get away so easily! Seeing that face act like a servile little wife as you cook for me or something would feel amazing!
When Ethan Zhao didn't speak, Yena hurriedly handed him a cell phone, "if you don't want to go to the grocery store, you can just call them. Whatever you need, they can deliver!"
Ethan Zhao still hesitated, speechless.
Yena quickly recalled some images of delicate female leads in her transmigration experience, and without a shred of mercy, she lightly pulled at Ethan Zhao's sleeve, pouted her lips, lifted her face, and fluttered her eyelashes at her. "Hubby…" This word was said in a soul-stirring manner, in a way that was able to twist a man into knots.
Ethan Zhao snorted in laughter.
Yena was dumbfounded. What kind of reaction is this guy showing? I, your ancestor, have worked so hard and performed so on-point. Isn't this the time when you do what I, your ancestor ask for you to do? If I, your ancestor ask for your bank account number, you should be offering me the PIN as well!
After Ethan Zhao saw Yena's dumbstruck face, he stretched out a hand to pet her head and said with a half-smile, "Alright."
Yena thought: Ethan Zhao, this guy… When he smiles, he really remind me of that damned! She stubbornly refused to admit that when the poker-face in front of her laughed lightheartedly, he looked very attractive.
Yena was in a good mood after Ethan Zhao agreed. She crossed her feet in the living room and watched TV. She was even able to watch a cow giving birth on a show with much interest.
Ethan Zhao took out a stack of paper, casually glanced at the TV, and then looked at the little girl lazily laying on the couch in surprise.
Yena immediately noticed. "What?"
Ethan Zhao said, "I just never thought you'd enjoy this type of show."
Yena felt that the man in front of her was looking down on her tastes and became unhappy immediately. "What's wrong with this type of show? If no one raised cows, where would you get mil to drink and meat to eat?" 'And just so you know I was once transmigrated as a sacrificial cow' Yena begrudgingly cried in her mind.
Ethan Zhao nodded. "You're right. Cows are very important." He finished speaking then walked towards the kitchen.
Yena watched the show for a while longer before she suddenly had a delayed reaction. Was this guy indirectly calling her a cow!?
This man! Yena hopped to the kitchen in a rage.
Then she saw Ethan holding some paper in his hands. She curiously said, "What are you holding?"
Ethan Zhao: "Printed recipes."
Yena was instantly happy, "It seems you've prepared thoroughly!"
Ethan Zhao: "You should go back to watching that show."
Yena's eyes sparkled. "Yes! Then I'll go back! Take your time!" she said before gladly hopping back.
Behind him, Ethan Zhao watched her lively receding figure, his mouth involuntarily forming a half-smile.