The box of sticky rice dumplings had already been opened, and Lin Ruoxi took out a powdery white dumpling, holding it between her thumb and index finger. She took small, delicate bites, resembling a cute little bunny nibbling on a carrot.
When Yang Chen entered the room, Lin Ruoxi's cheeks turned slightly red. With a mouthful of the dumpling, she blinked her eyes and softly mumbled, "I thought you had left..."
"I couldn't bear to leave. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the chance to see my lovely wife enjoying these sticky rice dumplings," Yang Chen teased with a playful smile.
Lin Ruoxi's face grew even redder, but she couldn't bear to put down the half-eaten dumpling. She ignored Yang Chen and continued to savor it.
