Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 To decline

Alana laughed.

This was getting ridiculous.

She pursed her lips and said deliberately, “But I’ve heard that once a man turns twenty-five, his body starts to decline.”

Stephan looked at her with a smirk. “Who said that? Do I look like I’m physically unfit to you?”

Alana laughed harder. She was having fun teasing him.

Stephan’s thin lips suddenly curled upward as he deliberately twisted the truth.

“Alright, I get it. You think I didn’t satisfy you enough last night, and you’re still not

satisfied. You want me to last longer tonight and go all night long?”

Upon hearing this, Alana’s laughed ceased and her face flushed bright red.

“No, I didn’t! Don’t make things up!”

Her cheeks were flushed, making her look especially cute and alluring.

Stephan raised an eyebrow, teasing her on purpose, “Then what do you mean? I...”

Alana stammered, her face flushed, unsure how to respond.

Stephan leaned close to her flushed ear, his deep, magnetic voice hot and seductive.

“Come over to my place again tonight.”

Alana instinctively refused, “No, don’t...”

Stephan chuckled. “You said you wanted to cook for me, shouldn’t you do it at my place?”

Alana bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “I can go to your place to

cook, but...I won’t stay overnight.”

What if she stayed over and he pounced on her again, demanding more?

The way he’d gone wild with her last night was still fresh in her mind.

What stood out most was the moment she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as they pressed against a full-length mirror, letting him...

Just thinking about it made her legs go weak.

Stephan chuckled. So she really was going to his place? Did she think she could just walk away so easily?

He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the car sped off.

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Arriving at the man’s house. Alana followed Stephan into the kitchen, carrying the groceries.

It had to be said, Stephan’s kitchen was several times larger than hers. And it was fully equipped.

Stephan set down the bags, grabbed a blue apron, and walked over to Alana. “Come on, my little beauty, hold out your arms, I’ll put the apron on you.”

Alana blushed but obediently spread her arms, letting the man put the apron on her.

The man thoughtfully helped the girl put on the apron, then moved behind her to tie a cute bow.

Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her petite frame tightly into his embrace.

The girl in his arms was sweet and soft, making him reluctant to let her go. He wanted to merge her into his very being.

Resting his chin against her soft head, he nuzzled her gently.

“I really wish I could hold you like this forever.”

Alana felt her cheeks gradually grow hot, realizing that she had once again been

flustered by the man’s sweet words.

Not only was her face flushed, but her heart was racing as well.

“Stop fooling around. It’s getting late; I still have to wash the vegetables and cook dinner.”

The man chuckled. “Can’t you say something nice to me?”

He’d made his intentions so obvious.

She didn’t know how to play along.

Alana bit her lip and asked softly, “What do you want me to say?”

Stephan bent down slightly, leaning close to her, and breathed warm air into her ear.

“Say you want me to hold you, to hold you forever, for the rest of your life.”

Alana’s eyes flickered slightly.

Could she and he...really stay like this, holding each other for the rest of their lives? That was unlikely, isn’t it?

A lifetime was too long; she didn’t dare to think that far ahead.

She just hoped that for now, they could be happy and content.

Alana smiled and patted the man’s hand resting on her waist. “All right, let go of me. I

need to start prepping the ingredients.”

Not hearing the words he wanted to hear, Stephan chuckled softly and leaned down to nibble on the girl’s delicate ear.

“No need to prep dinner. I can feed you back in the bedroom.”

He paused, then lowered his voice to a deliberately husky tone. “I guarantee you’ll be full!”

Alana’s cheeks flushed even redder.

Aaaah, what on earth was he rambling about?!

She didn’t want to get the hint on purpose.

Gritting her teeth, both tensed and annoyed, she said, “I’m really hungry!”

“Okay, I’ll go put the rice on. Fill your little belly first,” The man chuckled, his laugh magnetic yet mischievous.

Alana blushed and wondered, what happened after he’s filled her little belly?

He wasn’t planning to do something naughty to her again, was he?!

That naughty man!

Once I’m done cooking for him and give him his gift, I’m getting out of here fast!

Stephan took the initiative to cook rice in the rice cooker.

Once the rice was done, he came over to help her with the prep work.

Alana washed the vegetables, and he chopped them.

Initially, she wanted to chop the vegetables, but Stephan said that she had delicate hands and shouldn’t handle knives, she could be prone to cutting her fingers.

As for him, being a big, burly man with tough skin, he wasn’t likely to cut himself.

Alana just let him do it because she knew she couldn’t win that argument.

Then planned to make salt-baked chicken wings.

After she washed the chicken wings, Stephan carefully deboned each one, then

scored them with a knife to help the seasoning penetrate and enhance the flavor.

Watching his skilled movements, Alana couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “You know how to debone them? That’s impressive!”

She never deboned the wings when she made salt-baked chicken wings herself.

Stephan glanced at her and curved his lips. “It makes it easier for you to eat.”

Alana’s cheeks flushed.

That older man really knows his stuff.

Suddenly, the man let out a muffled groan.

“What’s wrong?” Alana’s breath caught in her throat when she saw that the man had cut his finger on the kitchen knife, and blood was oozing from it.

“Oh, your finger!”

Alana immediately grew anxious, quickly grabbing his hand and taking his injured

finger into her mouth.

She remembered that when she was a child and cut her finger, her grandmother had done just that, put her finger in her mouth.

She’d also been told that human saliva has antiseptic properties. Not sure how true that was though.

So when she saw blood on his finger, she did exactly that without hesitation. When Stephan saw Alana grab his injured finger and take it into her mouth without a moment’s hesitation, the light in his eyes darkened instantly.

He stared at her intently, his gaze so intense it seemed as though he might devour her. But when he saw the nervous look on her face, the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.

Alana looked up and froze for a moment at the sight of him.

What... was that look on his face?

His finger had a cut, yet not only did he not seem to feel any pain, he was actually smiling?!

Stephan fixed his gaze on her, his thin lips twitching. “Are you that worried about me?”

Alana’s cheeks flushed crimson. She quickly let go of his injured finger and said shyly.

“Stop it. I’m not going to help you. You can take care of it yourself!”

Stephan curved his lips. “But I want you to help me, especially...like that just now...”

Alana shot him a playful glare. “Stop fooling around. Just go get a Band-Aid and put it on yourself.”

After a pause, she added with concern;

“Also, don’t get the injured finger wet. Be careful not to let it get infected. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Stephan chuckled, softly. He was used to being the one giving orders, yet now he was

being told what to do by a cute little white rabbit.

But the feeling of being cared for by her was actually quite nice; it warmed his heart.

He never felt this way when other women showed him concern.

He raised his hand and ruffled the girl’s soft hair. “Okay, I got it. I’m the man who listens to his girlfriend the most.”

Alana bit her lip. What a flirt!

*****

About half an hour later, she finished preparing four dishes and a soup.

Salt-baked chicken wings, sweet and sour spare ribs, steamed sea bass, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a soup made with chicken and mushrooms.

Whether it was the stir-fried dishes or the soup, they looked absolutely delicious.

Plus, they smelled so fragrant, it really whetted one’s appetite.

Stephan’s took a seat at the table, eagerly waiting to be served.

Alana first served her a bowl of soup. “Have a sip of soup before your meal.”

Stephan immediately picked up a spoon to take a sip, nodding in agreement. “It’s so good.