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Chapter 1240 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (121)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (121)

The poor rabbits couldn't escape their fate; they were all neatly and efficiently divided into fresh rabbit meat and three rabbit skins waiting to be tanned by Lance's increasingly skilled hands.

Song Ning leaned against the kitchen wall, watching Lance work with an undisguised smile on her face.

He had specially ordered an apron from Sister Jin. Logically speaking, who would bother to order an apron just for cooking in the apocalypse?

But Song Ning felt that the custom-made apron was well worth it.

For example, now.

The miniature crystal sun was moved to the vicinity of the kitchen, where the sufficiently warm temperature allowed Lance to wear only a close-fitting turtleneck sweater.

The sleeves of the sweater were pushed up to the elbows, and the muscle lines on the forearms, which were being processed with rabbit meat, were clearly outlined with the movement.

Looking up along the forearm, the biceps are also working, with smooth lines extending from the upper arm to the shoulder blade, and then stopping abruptly below the Adam's apple along with the sweater.

Song Ning has repeatedly stated that the Adam's apple should be among the most attractive body parts for men.

Especially when Lance is wearing this turtleneck sweater, he always finds it hard to take his eyes off Lance's Adam's apple, unless Lance is wearing this apron.

The apron was specially made with a stain-resistant leather sewn into the front, but Lance always managed to avoid getting it dirty when handling food. The brown leather and light gray apron complemented each other perfectly, and it looked especially good on Lance.

Song Ning's gaze couldn't help but linger on the apron, then followed the apron's straps to Lance's waist. The shark fin was faintly visible through the gap between the apron and the sweater, making it hard for him not to notice.

"It seems I'm more attractive to you."

Just as I was engrossed in watching, a large shadow suddenly fell in front of me.

Song Ning then realized that Lance had already finished dealing with the situation and had caught him red-handed.

He turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly and coughed lightly twice.

"Did you get it done? So fast! You're getting more and more skilled, that's amazing."

After washing and drying his hands, Lance untied the belt around his waist with one hand, casually took off his apron and put it aside, then leaned closer. "Really? Will Ningning get a reward?"

His eyes made no attempt to conceal his desire, his gaze repeatedly lingering on Song Ning's lips, as if he would kiss her the moment she nodded.

This is really hard to refuse, isn't it?

Song Ning couldn't help but think about it. He nodded slightly and closed his eyes. What kept flashing through his mind was that waist, the Adam's apple on the turtleneck sweater, and the slightly blood-tinged fingers when he held the knife.

A kiss landed without hesitation, a gentle peck that made Song Ning instinctively look up and respond. Soon, an arm reached across his lower back, as if worried that he might fall because his legs were weak. He couldn't help but smile slightly and returned the kiss.

Lance's protection and care for him could always be felt through his silent actions, a fact he had never doubted since he understood it; they loved each other.

However, Lance really is getting better and better at kissing him, Song Ning thought somewhat incoherently.

The kiss was unusually passionate, but as it went on, Lance gradually changed his style.

From initially wanting to devour him whole, to the tender intimacy like spring rain, Song Ning slowly opened her eyes and saw the lust and restraint hidden in Lance's eyes.

Because of his illness, they hadn't kissed like this for a long time. This kiss inevitably made them a little breathless, and their eyes were filled with tender affection as they looked at each other.

However, it was clear that Lance had no further plans, since even the doctor had warned them about this matter.

Song Ning felt a little apologetic, so he took the initiative to hook his arm around Lance and kiss him again, then tried to reach out to him.

His movements were a little awkward. "Um, shall I help you?"

Even though the doctor said he couldn't, I think it shouldn't be a problem to help out, right?

As soon as he finished speaking, Lance pulled him into his arms and kissed him even more fiercely.

"Don't try to seduce me at a time like this."

His wrist was lifted up, and larger, hotter fingers slid into the gaps between his fingers, intertwining with his own without reservation. Then, he was pressed high against the wall, a position that forced Song Ning to tilt his head back slightly, as if he were involuntarily offering himself up.

Lance's eyes darkened as he toyed with Song Ning's fingers in his palm. He was captivated by the feeling of having Song Ning completely under his control, but reason prevailed and he managed to restrain himself.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

Her voice was noticeably hoarse, and the meaning behind her words was all too clear. Song Ning, her legs slightly bent, was lifted up and placed in the cat's bed. Her eyes were misty as she lay there with her legs curled up, nodding haphazardly.

The thought that he looked so good made one want to devour him even more crossed Lance's mind, but when he remembered what Dr. Lian had said, he wiped his face and turned to go into the bathroom.

Suddenly, Song Ning was left alone in the room, lying on her back with her cheeks flushed.

This is really, really a bit too much. He pressed the back of his slightly cold hand against his burning cheeks, trying to cool them down, his eyes glazed over with a hint of relief.

Fortunately, he hadn't been with Lance yet, otherwise he really wasn't sure if they could have controlled the situation after that near-miss.

but……

Song Ning looked towards the bathroom with slightly misty eyes. For a second, then two seconds, he couldn't help but swallow.

He was a little thirsty, he thought.

It seems like he's short of water; he should get some.

He got up and secretly poured some water that wasn't too hot, which seemed to make his cheeks feel less burning.

Perhaps Lance should also need a glass of cold water?

He stared blankly at the ceiling. Even though the doctor said his body needed another six months to recover, he originally thought he could take time to recover later, but now it seemed that it was a bit urgent.

Otherwise, it would be too pitiful to have to wait so long without being able to eat it.

He silently tried to huddle his knees together even more, but the heat on his cheeks wouldn't go down.

After spending about an hour in the bathroom, Lance emerged in what was unusually large cat form.

"what?"

Song Ning was a little surprised when Lance walked lazily to his side and coiled himself around his belly. A tail also casually draped over him and even brushed against his forearm. The smooth fur brushing against him made him feel a little itchy.

"May I touch it?"

Song Ning asked politely, but her hand had already reached out and touched him.

He touched it several times before he noticed the difference. The big cat's fur was already very smooth and easy to touch before, but it seemed even easier to touch today.

A thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that Lance was vying for favor with those rabbits?

He couldn't help but look into Lance's vertical pupils and probe.

"I still think your fur feels more comfortable to touch than a rabbit's, I prefer it."

As expected, the seemingly lazy black panther revealed a pleased expression; he knew Ningning liked him a little more.