Jing Yichen's low laughter reached Shangguan Ning, who was standing outside the kitchen. It made her want to be swallowed by the ground, out of shame. It was not until she ran out of the kitchen did she realize that Jing Yichen was just teasing her. He had no intention of stripping!
Too bad that she was so inexperienced with men. Otherwise she would not have made a fool of herself.
She flung his white suit onto the sofa in annoyance, picked up the tea from the table, that had gone cold and gulped it down. Finally she felt that the heat on her face had subsided.
Delectable smells were emanating from the kitchen. The fragrance and flavor were so tempting that Shangguan Ning couldn't help but drool.
Could he really cook?
Her confusion didn't last long. Half an hour later, Jing Yichen carried the dishes to the living room.
"Limited ingredients. Just put up with it."
