69 Chapter 69 was broken in a second

The next morning, He Lanjin woke up early.

She rolled up her sleeves and headed downstairs, yawning as she walked. Bored, she turned the television on. She ran to the kitchen on a whim, her eyes lighting up at the thought of showing off her skills.

After a couple of hours, He Lanjin was ready to taste her creation. She scooped herself a bowl of the fragrant soup, but instead of drinking it, she gave it to Qiao Hanye when he entered the kitchen. "Mr. Qiao, come and have a taste of my cooking," He Lanjin said as she handed him the bowl.

Qiao Hanye looked at He Lanjin. She wore her hair in a bun and had a loose hoodie on. She seemed relaxed but full of energy.

"You made this?" Qiao Hanye asked as looked at the bowl in He Lanjin's hands. She extended her arms, motioning for him to take the bowl. "This is a secret recipe passed down in the He family for generations," He Lanjin boasted. "Once you drink it, you won't forget it for the rest of your life."

Qiao Hanye took the bowl of soup and finished it in one gulp. His expression changed.

All of a sudden Qiao Hanye's entire body was burning hot, as if there was a prehistoric power surging through him. The man's masculinity was stirred up. His handsome face instantly darkened. He looked at the pot of precious medicinal herbs.

Seeing Qiao Hanye's expression change, He Lanjin reached for the bowl to taste the soup.

Before He Lanjin could bring the bowl to her lips, Qiao Hanye held her hand. He snatched the bowl from her, pursed his lips and drank the remaining brew. He said in a low voice, "Hmm, not bad."

He Lanjin's phone rang. She turned away to answer the call, but before she left the kitchen, she turned to Qiao Hanye. "Leave some for me." This was her first time to make soup. How could she let him have it all?

As soon as He Lanjin walked out of the kitchen, Qiao Hanye took the pot of soup and shoved it into Han Beicheng's arms. "Take care of this."

"Master, what..." confused, Han Beicheng carried the pot upstairs and secretly took a sip of the broth.

The heat in Qiao Hanye's body was unbearable. As two cups of strong nourishing Yang soup filled his stomach, every cell in his body was craving as if he was going to sow the spring sunshine of March in the dry winter season in the next second.

After her phone call, He Lanjin returned to the kitchen.

She was a bit puzzled that no one was in the kitchen. Was she on the phone that long? She poured herself a glass of water and walked to the living room.

Other than the television still playing, there was almost no sound. He Lanjin took the remote control to turn off the television. Before she could, however, she heard the TV host. "All right, so we just showed you how to make strong nourishing Yang soup. I hope it can help those who suffer from impotence and premature ejaculation. Again, if you have no such condition, please do not try the soup or you will bear the consequences."

"Pfft!" He Lanjin spat out the water she just drank.

The He family's soup recipe He Lanjin was boasting about turned out to be a recipe she got from a television show. But what's worse was that she made a mistake!

He Lanjin threw the remote control on the couch and ran upstairs. "Mr. Qiao," she said as she pushed open the door to his room. Hearing the sound of running water, she stood in front of the door and shouted at the top of her voice, "Are you okay?"

Qiao Hanye had just finished his extra cold shower, which proved really effective in lowering his temperature and calming the fire that burned through his body. He was going to put on his clothes...

But even before he got to putting on his underwear, he heard He Lanjin's voice from outside the door. Without warning, he felt hot all over again, as if he did not take a shower.

"Damn woman," Qiao Hanye muttered under his breath as he threw his underwear on the mirror, hitting his reflection. He stood under the shower head, letting the cold water fall on his body. The air seemed charged with her aura, which made the fire in his body burn more fiercely.

He Lanjin got suspicious. She knocked on the bathroom door.

"Mr. Qiao..." He Lanjin repeatedly knocked on the door, afraid that she might kill someone.

The door opened, revealing Qiao Hanye with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped down his muscular body like crystal clear pearls. He Lanjin's throat suddenly felt so tight she had to swallow.

"This..." He Lanjin's mouth felt parched., She instantly regretted knocking on the door.

Just as He Lanjin was about to turn around and leave Qiao Hanye's room, he grabbed her wrist...