Feng Feng naturally understood the kind of "responsibility" he was referring to, but she feigned ignorance. "My relationship with President Shen isn't at the stage where responsibility is involved."
Feng Feng still remembered the first time she returned to his home with him. She had asked some questions, and Shen Su had replied in this very tone. Now, she was returning the favor.
Shen Su was amused by Feng Feng's words and chuckled, "President Feng really holds grudges."
Feng Feng readily admitted, "Perhaps. I'm not exactly a generous person."
"Coincidentally, neither am I," Shen Su's kiss landed on the nape of her neck, his breath carrying her scent of sandalwood. "So, the debt of you seducing me but not satisfying me before, we'll settle it with double the interest tonight... hmm?"
Feng Feng's breathing became unsteady from his teasing. "Let me go first, I need to change my slippers."
Shen Su released her as requested. After opening the shoe cabinet, he spotted the pair of men's slippers again. His expression turned colder. "You haven't thrown away your ex-boyfriend's slippers yet? Are you saving them for when he comes over as a guest?"
Feng Feng responded with cold silence, not uttering a single word, nor lifting her head, continuing to change her slippers.
Feng Feng's silence made Shen Su realize his loss of control. He calmed himself for a moment, put on a pair of disposable slippers, then stepped forward, pulling Feng Feng into his arms and lowering his head to kiss her.
Feng Feng dodged slightly, pushing his shoulders. "Let's take a shower. I sweated quite a bit today."
Shen Su clung to Feng Feng's waist, refusing to let go. He parted her legs with his knees, pushing her forward. "Let's shower together."
Feng Feng didn't refuse, and they stumbled into the bathroom together.
Shen Su was very familiar with this place before, but he hadn't been here for over two years. The bathroom's arrangement had changed considerably. On the shelf beside him, there were two bath towels, one white and one gray, which easily conjured certain thoughts.
Shen Su's gaze swept around the bathroom. Apart from the towels, everything else seemed to be for single use. Looking at the shampoo and body wash, there seemed to be men's specific products as well. Without asking, he knew they must have been left by Li Yue.
Thinking of this, Shen Su's movements became rougher. Feng Feng cried out in pain from his grip, "Be gentler."
Hearing her voice, Shen Su's fire intensified. He began to unbutton her shirt, a half-smile on his face. "The bathroom is different from two years ago."
He didn't deliberately ask anything, but Feng Feng's mind worked quickly, and she immediately guessed that he was indirectly referring to Li Yue. So, she naturally picked up the thread. "Oh, Li Yue redecorated it before. It's more convenient this way now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Su's smile became more dangerous. "More convenient for what?"
Feng Feng replied, "Whatever you think it is, that's what it is."
Shen Su, angered, slapped her on the backside. "President Feng's skill at provoking people is exactly the same as before."
Feng Feng retorted, "Is it? I thought I'd improved."
Shen Su directly tore open her shirt, giving her the answer with the most direct action—
It had been over an hour since they emerged from the bathroom. As soon as they reached the bedroom, the bath towel around Feng Feng's body was once again pulled off. From Shen Su's intensity, Feng Feng could feel how pent-up he had been by her lately.
By the time they finished, it was already past midnight. Feng Feng lay on the bed, exhausted. Shen Su went to take another shower and tidied up the used items by the bedside.
Feng Feng expected Shen Su to return soon, but after waiting for nearly twenty minutes without seeing him, she put on a nightgown and went out to look for him.
Leaving the bedroom, Feng Feng heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She walked over, supporting her weak legs, and found Shen Su searching in the refrigerator, with a pot on the stove.
"Are you going to cook?" Feng Feng asked.
Shen Su's gaze swept over her shoulder, and he said with a smile, "Unlike President Feng, I don't have a senior inviting me to dinner."
Chapter Lan was clearly still on his mind. Feng Feng felt like laughing, thinking that Shen Su, of all people, had the nerve to call her petty.
Feng Feng didn't argue with him, pointing to the freezer compartment of the refrigerator. "There's the compensation you sent last time."
Shen Su didn't react immediately and blurted out, "What?"
Feng Feng explained to him, "The compensation for sleeping with you. Frozen bread dough sent by the supplier."
Feng Feng's words left Shen Su momentarily speechless. He hadn't expected his own past teasing words to come back to bite him.
After a pause, Shen Su managed to say, "I'll cook some noodles. It's too late to eat anything else."
Feng Feng replied, "Oh, whatever you like. Spaghetti and dried noodles are in that cabinet over there."
Shen Su found the ingredients in the refrigerator and then went to look for noodles in the cabinet. Upon opening it, he discovered that the cabinet was well-stocked with various dried goods and daily ingredients. Knowing Feng Feng, she wouldn't normally keep these things.
Just as Shen Su was about to ask, Feng Feng "thoughtfully" explained, "Oh, these were also prepared by Li Yue."
Shen Su was once again amused to the point of anger. He took out the noodles, closed the cabinet, walked up to Feng Feng, and cupped her chin.
Feng Feng looked up at him, her gaze indifferent, which only made him more infuriated.
Shen Su said, "President Feng still has the energy to provoke me. It seems I wasn't forceful enough earlier."
Feng Feng calmly replied, "Mm, you weren't full, were you."
Shen Su smiled, gritting out the words, "Does President Feng want a second round?"
"Never mind," Feng Feng shook her head considerately. "I'm afraid your body won't be able to handle it. You go cook, and make me some too."
Shen Su raised an eyebrow. "Afraid of who not being able to handle it?"
At this moment, he naturally recalled Feng Feng's past praise for Li Yue.
Feng Feng pulled out a dining chair and sat down, resting her chin on her hand. She stared at Shen Su for a few seconds and said faintly, "You don't need to compare yourself to Li Yue."
Shen Su walked to the stove with the ingredients, chopping vegetables as he asked, "Why?"
Feng Feng replied, "You have no standing to compare. Generally, only the current partner compares with the ex."
Shen Su retorted, "Does President Feng mean that I have to become your current partner before I'm qualified to ask about your ex?"
Hearing Shen Su's tone, if she answered "yes," he would undoubtedly turn it back on her. After being stumped by her so many times, knowing his character, he would surely retaliate.
Feng Feng, of course, wouldn't give him the answer he wanted. She pursed her lips. "I mean, it's better if you don't ask."
Shen Su: "..."
Seeing Shen Su rendered speechless, Feng Feng felt her mood improve. Later, he fell silent and quietly cooked noodles in the kitchen. Since he stopped making those remarks, Feng Feng saw no reason to deliberately provoke him.
Soon, Shen Su finished cooking the noodles. Feng Feng helped him, and they sat down at the table to eat together.
Feng Feng wasn't particularly hungry, but she planned to finish the bowl of noodles.
During the meal, Shen Su's phone rang. Feng Feng glanced over and saw the name Li Ran.
As she had expected, Shen Su answered the call in front of her. Then, she heard Li Ran say, "I think I've caught a cold."
Shen Su replied, "I'll be right over. Don't wander around."
Feng Feng watched their performance quietly.