Rong Qi couldn't help but laugh as Ye Nanshen presented her with a cup of instant noodles, a sight so out of place in their elegant garden. "Really, Ye Nanshen? If Mrs. Hong catches us, she won't stop lecturing."
With a seriousness that contrasted with the simplicity of the snack, Ye Nanshen prepared the noodles. The sight of him carefully opening the seasoning packets was oddly endearing to Rong Qi.
"I know it's not ideal, but I can't stand to see you crave something and not have it. Just a small bite, okay? We need to be careful," he said, his concern evident.
Rong Qi smiled, touched by his gesture. "One bite will be plenty."
"I'll be right back. If Mrs. Hong finds out, I'll take the blame," he said, walking away with a purpose.
As Ye Nanshen left, Rong Qi mused over his actions. His small acts of care, like indulging her cravings, filled her with warmth.
