Yue Jiaojiao raised her hand and traced the outline of Zhao Zhan's face.
The carriage was very bright.
Zhao Zhan grabbed his lover's wrist.
There was only the sound of shallow and hurried breathing in the space.
"Jiaojiao?"
Li Miao's voice came from outside the carriage.
Zhao Zhan did not let go immediately. Instead, he pulled his lover into his arms and asked, "Xiangjun, why are you looking for Jiaojiao?"
"Oh, Zhao Zhan, it's you." Li Miao stood beside the carriage and politely did not lift the curtain. "It's nothing. I just made prepared meat and wanted Jiaojiao to try it."
Zhao Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at his lover who was trying to hold back her laughter. He helplessly let go of her and said silently, " I can cook for you too."
