After she sent the message, Long Xiliang didn't reply for a long time.
Lu Xiaoyou lay in bed for a while before getting up and heading toward the kitchen.
Even before she reached the kitchen, she could see the light was on.
Approaching the entrance, Lu Xiaoyou smelled the aroma of noodles, and the tall figure of a man standing in front of the stove didn't seem out of place at all.
Upon sensing someone behind him, Long Xiliang's hand, which was about to throw some greens into the pot, trembled slightly.
Lu Xiaoyou had already come up behind him, peeked into the pot, but at that moment, Long Xiliang covered it with the lid.
"I thought you wouldn't make me a late-night snack," she said.
The man's voice was cold, "I'm cooking for myself."
Lu Xiaoyou didn't expose him, pressing her chest against the man's back, "Then, can you share a bit with me?"
"Hmm," Long Xiliang agreed.
