Female-dominated society: I want the world, and I also want all the most handsome men!

Fengshan's culinary skills are superb; every dish is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Especially the two large chicken drumsticks, glistening with dripping butter, made Yan Nanfei's mouth water.

Suddenly, closing the mountain didn't seem so appealing anymore!

"My lady, have a chicken leg." Feng Shan placed a large chicken leg into her bowl: "And this one, I'll leave it for you too."

Feng Shan's gaze fell on another chicken leg.

Yan Nanfei shook his head. How could he eat alone?

It's mainly because she prefers chicken wings.

She can eat one chicken leg to satisfy her craving, but if you ask her to eat two, she really can't.

"You eat too." Yan Nanfei didn't stand on ceremony and directly handed the chicken leg to Feng Shan, stuffing it into his mouth: "Our family will never lack food in the future, no need to offer it to him."

The chicken kidneys are incredibly delicious, with tender and smooth meat. The chicken meat is fatty but not greasy, and it's also full of rich chicken juice – it's simply amazing.

Having not eaten meat for many years, Feng Shan took a big bite of a chicken leg. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were filled with emotion as he looked at Yan Nanfei.

Seeing him eat chicken legs, Yan Nanfei also began to eat heartily.

In no time, they had devoured all the dishes on the table.

They had been starving for far too long and had expended far too much energy…

Yan Nanfei put down his chopsticks, patted his belly, and let out a burp.

The same applies to closing the mountain.

"My lady, rest for a while. After I wash the dishes, I'll fetch you some water to take a bath."

Feng Shan got up to collect the bowls. Yan Nanfei narrowed his eyes, thinking that the possibility of him snatching the bowls to wash them was zero…

Feng Shan couldn't tolerate Yan Nanfei doing any work. Just now, she had only plucked a chicken feather, and Feng Shan was afraid that she would be exhausted, so he kept putting chicken and various vegetables on her plate, as if he wanted to make up for it.

So, taking advantage of the time when the mountain was closed and Yan Nanfei went to the yard to wash the dishes, he fetched water from the pot and carried it to the bathhouse to take a bath.

When the mountain was sealed off, he was squatting at the entrance of the bathhouse, his voice filled with frustration: "My wife, why did you fetch the water yourself? It makes me look useless. I've made you suffer..."

"You married me just so I could do the housework?"

"If you don't let me do the work and you do it yourself, I'll feel bad for you. I'll feel useless and sorry for you..."

Feng Shen's tone was full of grievance; he truly loved Yan Nanfei, didn't want her to be tired, and even less wanted to see her suffer..."

"I'm done with it, except I'm exhausted in bed..."

"My lady, why are you ignoring me? Is it because I talked too much? Are you annoyed?" Thinking of this, Feng Shan's voice gradually softened: "Then I won't say anything more..."

Yan Nanfei just wanted to hear him say a few more words and see what else he could say.

Unexpectedly, this led him to misunderstand.

"I didn't find you annoying, I just wanted to hear more from you." Yan Nanfei replied while looking at the bruises on his body. Except for his neck, which had no hickeys, the rest of his skin was covered with his marks.

As Yan Nanfei recalled the events in his mind, he felt as if he had been struck by an electric current, a tingling sensation spreading through his body.

She even wanted to close her eyes and let out a seductive moan.

But she held back, because she felt ashamed!

Besides, once I fall asleep, there will be plenty of opportunities for me to wake up; it won't stop at all.

After all, he had experienced firsthand how capable Feng Shan was.

Thinking of this, Yan Nanfei quickened his bathing pace considerably.

When she came out, Feng Shan was squatting at the door, like a loyal big wolfhound, looking at her with his gleaming black eyes.

"My lady, you're out!" Upon seeing Yan Nanfei, he excitedly jumped up, his deep eyes landing joyfully on her cheeks, flushed from the steam of the hot water.

He resembled her seductive and passionate self in bed to some extent; that irresistible feeling swept over him.

Feng Shan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his heart raced, and his deep, dark eyes burned with passion.

Yan Nanfei could see the longing in his eyes. She gave him a shy smile and poked his abs with her finger: "So impatient? Why are you just standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and take a shower. I'll be waiting for you in bed~"

Yan Nanfei's deliberate provocation made Feng Shan visibly excited.

He didn't rush inside to take a shower, but instead said in a hoarse voice, "My wife, let me dry your hair, I'm not in a hurry..."

Yan Nanfei: Thank you, but I'm in a hurry.

Yan Nanfei washed her hair, and her long, black hair, still wet, fell loosely over her shoulders, dampening her clothes as well.

"If your hair isn't dry, go to sleep. You'll get migraines when you get old." Feng Shan picked Yan Nanfei up and carried her quickly into the room. He put her on the bed and took out a dry towel to dry her hair.

Feng Shan held a towel in one hand and dried her hair with the other, his movements gentle, as if afraid of hurting her.

His fingertips brushed against her neck unintentionally, feeling rough yet warm.

A tingling, electric current surged up from the bottom of her heart, instantly spreading throughout her body, leaving her feeling weak and limp.

She raised her head slightly, looked at Feng Shan's resolute face, and swallowed hard: "Feng Shan, go take a shower, I can't wait."

She snatched the towel from his hand and pushed him away.

Seeing her shy yet impatient expression, Feng Shan felt an even stronger heat rising within him.

"Okay, I'll be done washing right away, my wife, wait for me." Feng Shan's voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

Yan Nanfei stared at him intently: "Yes, go quickly and come back quickly."

Fengshan turned around and strode towards the bathhouse.

Yan Nanfei lay on the bed, trying to calm the agitation in his heart.

Her obsession with this matter was no less than that of Fengshan.

Indeed, you only truly understand joyful things after you've experienced them.

Yan Nanfei rolled around on the bed, clutching his blanket, when suddenly something occurred to him.

When he returned from the mountain closure, he was shirtless.

Yan Nanfei looked at his muscular physique, completely naked, with chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and a wheat-colored chest, incredibly strong, making him practically drool.

His chest, in particular, was covered with scratches of varying sizes—her handiwork.

She didn't have any particular fetishes; it was simply that she was overcome with emotion and couldn't control herself.

"My lady, are you cold?"

Feng Shan saw Yan Nanfei covered with a blanket, wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon. Before Feng Shan left, Yan Nanfei hadn't covered himself with a blanket, but had tucked it under his body.

Yan Nanfei's watery eyes were bright and mischievous. She beckoned Feng Shan with her alluring gaze: "If you want to know the answer, then come and uncover it. See what secrets I hold under the covers."

Feng Shan stared intently at Yan Nanfei, his gaze filled with intense desire.

He strode briskly to the bedside, lifted Yan Nanfei's blanket, and saw her fair and jade-like body.

His breathing suddenly stopped.

Yan Nanfei was actually wearing a black outfit that he had never seen before.

The clothes looked like they had a lot of holes, but what made him even more agitated was how could those holes expose certain things?

Isn't this going to kill him at the young age of twenty-five?!