Goldenwing Apartments.
Cheng Yu kicked off her high heeled shoes when she arrived home after a tiring day, not giving any thought to the young man who had followed her home. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, then slumped into the couch to take some rest.
"Are you very tired, would you like a massage?" The ignored man grabbed on this chance to make himself useful.
Cheng Yu creased her brows at him. Would he die if he was a little less stubborn? She gave him a stern look. "No. But I'm sure the veggies in the kitchen would like one."
"What?" He was confused.
She gave him an amused look. "I remember that a certain someone vehemently promised to cook and wash the dishes. You don't have to do the second part though, we have a dishwasher. So I'm only asking you to cook." Under his dreadful gaze, she added, "All the ingredients you need are in the kitchen."
