Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 418 A thoroughly enjoyable workout

Ye Fan sat up refreshed. Although the passion he had just experienced was exhausting, it felt like a thoroughly enjoyable workout for his strong physique. He felt completely relaxed and full of energy.

He turned his head to look beside him—

Tang Yanning was completely enveloped in the fluffy, soft down comforter, lying motionless like a kitten whose strength had been drained.

Strands of messy hair clung to her sweaty neck and cheeks, her bare shoulders flushed with a faint red, and her breathing was still heavy, revealing obvious fatigue.

Her body clearly endured a tremendous strain from such an intense experience on her first time.

A tender and affectionate look welled up in Ye Fan's eyes.

He leaned down and placed a light, tender kiss on her smooth forehead, his deep voice like a whisper: "Rest well."

Once he was sure she was just fast asleep, Ye Fan got up quietly, stepping barefoot onto the thick carpet without making a sound.

He first went to the luxurious mini-bar in the suite and opened the built-in refrigerator. Inside, a dazzling array of imported drinks gleamed enticingly in the cool air.

He picked out a bottle of chilled fresh grape juice, poured it into an elegant glass, and gently placed it within easy reach of her bedside.

He then headed straight for the equally well-equipped and spotless open kitchen. A growing hunger reminded him that he needed to replenish his energy and also wanted to prepare something to eat for the exhausted girl.

He took a beautifully marbled, evenly fattened, premium steak from the constant-temperature refrigerator.

Preheat a cast iron skillet on an induction cooker and add a small piece of butter.

"Sizzle—"

When the steak, coated with sea salt and black pepper, falls into the hot butter, it instantly releases a rich aroma of meat!

The oil bubbles danced merrily, their beautiful sounds particularly clear in the morning stillness. Ye Fan skillfully controlled the heat, adding fresh rosemary sprigs at just the right moment.

The collision of vanilla and hot butter creates an even richer, more enticing complex aroma that quickly fills the entire spacious living room.

The surface of the steak caramelizes rapidly at high temperatures, forming a perfect Maillard reaction crust, while the inside retains an enticing pink color.

Just as he was placing the perfectly seared, sizzling steak onto a preheated plate, preparing to drizzle it with a little red wine sauce—

The bedroom door was gently pushed open a crack.

Tang Yanning rubbed his sleepy eyes, like a little animal that had followed a scent, loosely wrapped in Ye Fan's large bathrobe, barefoot, and wobbled out.

Her face still showed deep weariness, but the irresistible aroma of meat that invaded her nostrils was like an invisible hand, forcefully pulling her out of the mire of exhaustion.

"Mmm...smells so good..." She sniffed, her voice hoarse and soft from just waking up, but her eyes lit up as she stared intently at the plate in Ye Fan's hand.

Ye Fan turned around and saw her gluttonous and dazed look, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Are you starving? Perfect timing, the midnight snack is just ready. Come on over."

He placed the steak on the table and poured a glass of decanted red wine for her.

Tang Yanning immediately jogged over (although her steps were still a little unsteady) and sat down without any hesitation.

In front of Ye Fan, she never needed to put on any ladylike airs.

She clumsily picked up the knife and fork, but cut the beef with lightning speed, disregarding all elegance and etiquette. She eagerly popped the tender, juicy chunks into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction: "Mmm... Yezi, your cooking... is as good as ever! Hehe..."

The vague praise was filled with happiness.

Ye Fan felt a warmth in his heart as he watched her wolf down her food without any pretense.

He slowly and methodically cut his own slice, occasionally sipping his red wine. Tang Yanning's eating prowess was astonishing; he quickly devoured a large piece of steak, leaving no side dishes behind.

"Are you full?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

"Mmm! So satisfying!" Tang Yanning put down her knife and fork, patted her belly contentedly, her face showing pure satisfaction.

However, after eating and drinking her fill, the immense fatigue that had been temporarily suppressed by the delicious food instantly returned. She yawned widely, her eyelids drooping again: "I can't take it anymore, Yezi, I'm so sleepy..."

Before she finished speaking, she had already stood up unsteadily, like a small animal instinctively finding its burrow, and staggered back to the bedroom, collapsing back onto the surprisingly large bed with a thud.

Almost the instant her head touched the pillow, she began to breathe evenly and deeply—and once again drifted into a deep sleep.

Her loose bathrobe flared out, revealing her slender, fair legs.

......

As dawn broke, like flowing liquid gold, a long, warm band of light quietly spread across the carpet through the gaps in the thick blackout curtains of the presidential suite.

The air was filled with the lingering fragrance of last night and the clean, sweet scent unique to high-end bedding.

Tang Yanning curled up lazily in the soft, fluffy down comforter, like a cat melting in the sunlight.

She tried to move her fingertips, and a deep, bone-chilling soreness instantly swept through her entire body, as if every bone and every muscle had been gently and thoroughly dismantled and soaked, leaving her so weak that even the slightest movement became a difficult challenge.

This is completely different from the exhaustion I felt right after exercising last night—that was pure fatigue from having my energy instantly drained and burned away.

At this moment, after several hours of sleep, what settled deep within my body was a deeper and more thorough weariness, as if every cell was silently proclaiming the intensity of last night's storm.

However, beneath this tingling, swollen ocean that almost swallowed her whole, a strange, indescribable, and utterly exhilarating warm current was surging within her.

The feeling was like a warm spring hidden in the deep sea, gently soothing her tired nerve endings.

It brought me an unprecedented experience.

Each unconscious breath seemed to stir a hidden, pleasurable tremor deep within the body, like tiny electric currents quietly coursing beneath the calm surface of a lake.

It was a paradoxical experience—extreme exhaustion and extreme satisfaction, achieving a wondrous symbiosis within her young body.

The tide of memories, carrying fragments of last night's burning passion, surges forth.

The figure that had haunted her girlish dreams countless times was finally no longer just a figment of her imagination.

With an almost ferocious tenderness and unfathomable endurance, he completely shattered all her ignorant and theoretical understanding.

It was a crushing conquest that transcended physical limits, and also a gift that ignited and reshaped her soul.