Ever since she first saw him cook, she felt that this man, even in the kitchen, possessed not even a trace of mundanity, always maintaining his poised and aloof demeanor.
Chi Huan let out a soft hum and then, as if without intention, asked another question, "Who did you go visit in the hospital today?" She pouted and complained, "I was sick and you didn't have time to come back and keep me company, yet you have time to visit someone else who got hurt in a fight."
Even though part of her discontent was feigned, after leaving the hospital that morning, she truly couldn't get it out of her head.
Usually being pampered to the fullest, even if it suddenly lessened by a bit, one would easily feel dissatisfied, not to mention something as upsetting as having a boyfriend not come home when she had a high fever—whoever it would be would be unhappy.
"Mmm, this time is an exception," he said with a light smile, "It won't happen again in the future."
