Shi Niange was still standing by the door, looking at him in disbelief. Qin Siting had already reached out his long arm to pull her into his embrace. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Then he kissed the corner of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and said gently, "Aren't I already back? Don't be unhappy, en?"
"You didn't reply to my text message just now. I thought you weren't back." Shi Niange leaned in his arms and couldn't bear to move away. She reached out to hold his neck and pull him down. At the same time, she whispered, "My parents are leaving the day after tomorrow. I want to eat onion noodles again. Will you cook for me the day after tomorrow?"
In the middle of the night, he secretly met her behind her parents' backs. In the end, this little girl's heart was filled with a bowl of noodles. Qin Siting did not know whether to laugh or cry.
