Gu Qiaoqiao raised her eyes, her lips also curved into a slight smile, "Have you eaten yet?"
Qin Yize inevitably grinned.
It seemed that every time he saw her, Qiaoqiao would ask him the same thing.
"Not yet..." he replied softly.
Upon hearing that Qin Yize hadn't eaten yet, Gu Qiaoqiao promptly stood up.
The kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients.
Everything that was needed was there.
The weather wasn't very hot today, so Gu Qiaoqiao began kneading dough, preparing to make spaghetti bolognese.
Qin Yize stood by, chatting with Gu Qiaoqiao in a casual way.
The kitchen was spacious. The setting sun's afterglow poured through the window, outlining Gu Qiaoqiao's figure in golden lines.
Every movement she made seemed to dance with the golden sunlight.
A smile played on Qin Yize's lips, his heart also filled with indescribable feelings.
This version of Gu Qiaoqiao had somehow, at some point, completely occupied his heart.
