Chapter 384: Can’t Get Enough of Her

Wyatt Wynn burst into another fit of laughter. "Zeke Walton, don’t tell me you and your girlfriend still haven’t done anything? Haven’t you two been living together for ages? You’re way too innocent. Or could it be... watching this today will be the catalyst? In that case, I simply have to lend a hand."

He fired off several messages in a row.

"You’re welcome. Share the details with your bro tomorrow after you watch it. A friendly tip: get some umbrellas ready—no, get a lot of them. You’re about to weather a torrential downpour."

They kept the volume low and the lights off, snuggled under the covers to watch together.

The progress bar had barely moved, but Amina’s face was already as red as a tomato.

’This... this... This kind of thing actually exists in the world??’

Zeke Walton could feel her trembling and reached out to give her hand a squeeze.

"If you don’t want to watch, or if this makes you uncomfortable, we can stop."

Peeking through her fingers like she was stealing a glance, Amina asked him.

"Is everyone like this? Is this how we’re all created?"

"Yes. Humanity has existed for thousands of years. It’s been this way for generations."

’Good heavens, who on earth was the first to invent something so outrageous?’

But when she thought about how every generation had gone through this, Amina managed to endure it.

By the end of the episode, Zeke Walton was even more worked up.

"Amina, do you understand now?"

Amina, only half-understanding, answered as if responding to a teacher’s question.

"I think so."

"Then, what if we..."

Her heart began to race. "But... I still have school..."

"Wait here a second." Zeke Walton tossed his phone aside and suddenly rolled out of bed.

"I’ll be right back to explain."

He dashed out like a gust of wind and rushed back in just as quickly, brandishing two boxes of supplies he’d bought as if showing off the spoils of war.

"Have you ever seen these?"

Amina, of course, had not.

The packets inside were small and flat, like the seasoning packets from instant noodles.

"What are these?"

Zeke Walton opened one, gestured with it, and said its name, making Amina wish the ground would swallow her whole.

"Why are there so many strange things?"

"So, are you willing?"

She truly liked Zeke Walton and was willing to take their relationship to any level. So, despite her intense embarrassment, Amina nodded.

The two of them conducted their experiment with a mix of caution and lightning-fast passion.

Zeke Walton was a true gentleman, so Amina didn’t feel much discomfort. On the contrary, it felt... marvelous.

And so, the next day, they both slept in.

When the housekeeper woke up and noticed there wasn’t a peep from their room, she found it odd.

Usually, Amina was up either before her or at the same time. ’What’s going on today?’

But she didn’t dare to call for them. It wasn’t until breakfast was ready and Amina still hadn’t come out that the housekeeper tentatively knocked on their door.

"Amina, aren’t you going to work today? Why aren’t you up yet?"

They were both sleeping soundly. Amina was about to answer, but Zeke Walton replied for her.

"She’s not. We’re skipping breakfast today. You and Grandma can go ahead and eat."

’Skipping breakfast? All right.’ The housekeeper went back to get Grandma.

Zeke Walton pulled Amina into his embrace and rolled over, intending to go back to sleep. But his mind was awake now—and so was the rest of him.

Startled, Amina slapped his hand. "It’s morning!"

"So what if it’s morning? Who made the rule that it can only happen after dark?"

"It’s okay in the daytime?"

"Of course. As long as we want to, it can be anytime, anywhere."

"But what about outside..."

"They’ve lived for half a century; you think they don’t know more about this than we do?"

Amina was pulled along by Zeke Walton, who, having gotten his first taste, kept her in bed until it was almost noon.

Amina tried her best to look completely normal, but she failed. The moment she cautiously walked into the living room, Grandma and the housekeeper shot her peculiar glances.

"What’s wrong with you? Did you fall yesterday? Are your legs sore?"

Amina’s face flushed red again in an instant.

"Oh, yeah. I accidentally fell while riding my bike yesterday."

The housekeeper said, "No wonder you didn’t go to work. Honestly, if you ask me, you should just quit. Zeke is so successful and makes so much money, you can just relax at home. Why work yourself to the bone every day for no reason? How about I go buy a pig’s trotter to stew for you? To help you recover?"

Amina was about to say no, but then Zeke Walton followed her out.

"Good idea. Buy a couple of hens, too. Starting today, Amina’s not going to work anymore. Please cook lots of delicious food for her, ma’am. Let’s help her put on ten pounds."

Ever since her first day, the housekeeper had thought the young couple had an especially good relationship. The atmosphere was very comfortable, and she enjoyed her job.

"Wonderful, wonderful. That’s what I always say. Amina works too hard and is too thin; she’s long overdue for some proper nourishment. Ma’am," she said to the grandmother, "you like going to the market, don’t you? Come with me."

Going to the market was the grandmother’s only daily activity, so she left with the housekeeper.

Suddenly finding herself idle felt quite boring. Amina sat on the sofa, touched her face, and looked down at her hands and feet.

’No one can tell, right? Other people won’t know, will they?’

She didn’t know if anyone else could tell, but Zeke Walton certainly could.

She was even more beautiful than before. Her face was rosy and radiant. He truly couldn’t get enough of her.

"Amina..."

Whenever he called her with that tone, Amina’s heart would race.

She was truly wary of him now and nearly leaped to her feet.

"What are you planning now? Zeke Walton, you—you wouldn’t be that crazy, would you?"

It wasn’t that Zeke Walton wanted to be like this, but he was a healthy man in his early twenties, and they were in the passionate honeymoon phase of their new experience.

"What am I supposed to do? I go weak in the knees whenever I see you. Are you just going to leave me hanging?"

Whenever he used that tone and gave her that look, Amina’s heart would melt.

She didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, so she stood up again, her face flushed red.

Amina took his hand to lead him back to the bedroom, but Zeke Walton planted his feet and refused to budge.

"Why aren’t you coming? You wanted to... Grandma and the others will be back any minute."

Zeke Walton squeezed her hand. "I don’t want to go back to the room."

"What do you mean, you don’t want to go back to the room?"

Zeke Walton gestured with his chin toward the dining room, and Amina suddenly recalled what they had watched yesterday.

"Zeke Walton! You...!"

Zeke Walton leaned in, wheedling, "This is our own home, what’s the big deal? Besides, you said it yourself—Grandma will be back any minute now."

"But!"

"You’re the lady of the house, and I’m the man of the house. As long as we don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, who’s to say otherwise? Besides, they’ll never know."

Amina was too soft-hearted and doted on Zeke Walton too much. And since he was an expert at wheedling, he always got his way.

When the grandmother and the housekeeper returned from shopping, the couple wasn’t in the living room, so they assumed they had gone out.

After busying herself for over an hour preparing the meal, the housekeeper called Amina, only to hear her phone ringing from the bedroom.

"Huh? How did they get back in the bedroom? Time to eat! Lunch is ready!"

Amina’s muffled voice replied that she’d heard.

The housekeeper went to the kitchen to serve the food, and the grandmother followed her in. Then, as if it had just dawned on her, the housekeeper spoke to the grandmother.

"Ma’am, how about we go for a walk in the park after lunch? With the two of us here, I think it’s a bit... inconvenient for the young couple."