Qiao Nian looked over and saw a busy figure in the kitchen.
Tsk, broad shoulders, narrow waist, what a back view.
It was her man.
Qiao Nian lowered her thick eyelashes and rested her arm casually on the back of the chair. She had no intention of helping.
Qin Si muttered in her ear, "He made a lot of dishes. I can eat my fill at noon. I just don't know why he suddenly thought of making hotpot."
Silence.
Qiao Nian did not say a word.
Qin Si placed the dishes on the table. Only then did he notice the laziness in the girl's eyes, as if she was tired.
He was stunned. He carefully sized up the fatigue in the girl's eyes before asking, "Sister Qiao, didn't you sleep? Why do you look so tired? Did you not sleep well?"
As he spoke, he sized Qiao Nian up.
The more he looked at her, the more he felt she looked different today. He couldn't tell exactly what was different, mainly because he didn't think in that direction.
