Tianxin couldn't help but rub her eyes, feeling as if she had caught a glimpse of some strange information in Chen Yiran's eyes for just a moment.
However, when she looked at him again, all she saw was Chen Yiran lowering his head and sadly eating his rice with kimchi.
"Ah..." she sighed deeply, unable to understand why Chen Yiran, who was usually so smart, was so lacking in talent when it came to cooking...
After dinner, Tianxin rolled up her sleeves to wash the dishes by the sink.
Chen Yiran slowly walked up behind her, hugged her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, whispering, "Tianxin..."
"Hm??" Tianxin responded absently, continuing to wash the dishes.
"Don't leave tonight..." Chen Yiran's voice was soft, his words breathed into her ear like a sigh.
His warm breath tickled her earlobe, causing her to involuntarily cringe and laugh, saying, "Stop messing around, my mom is still at home...
