His deep, dark eyes flickered with a touch of warmth, softening his gaze.
He took the hot water bottle, warmed his hands, and stuffed it back into her embrace, urging her, "Hurry up and wear more clothes, don't go out dressed so lightly, be careful not to catch a cold."
Jian Yufei didn't care about her own health, but she worried that he might freeze. He laughed and said he was a man, his body robust and resistant to illness.
At his urging, she reluctantly returned to the bedroom to change. By the time she came out in her new outfit, Xiao Lang had already rinsed the rice and begun cooking.
Standing in the doorway, she watched his tall and handsome figure bustling around in her small, modest kitchen. Suddenly, she was deeply touched.
Wasn't what she sought, simply, a man who would accompany her, care if she ate or if she was cold, and occasionally cook her a nice breakfast?
