The glass door slid open and a certain person who was done helping in the kitchen was met with this scene.
Luo Muchen stood, leaning against the frame. His eyes were glued on Qie Xieling's back watching with fascination. He rarely saw Qie Xieling so carefree and unburdened. He loved all versions of him but this version of him always sent his heart in overdrive. It was this version that drew his attention in preschool and made him want to monopolise Qie Xieling but Qie Xieling had to be willing. Now that he was his, Luo Muchen would never let him go.
Qie Xieling had no idea that his man was watching him. His laughter bubbled up again as he dipped low, his fingers brushing the wooden planks. Wen Danzhe followed suit, his laughter a deep bass note. They swirled together their eyes twinkling with youthful exuberance.
