"Mu Fan..."
"Hmm!"
The man hummed a low response and naturally took the knife from her hand. He began skilfully chopping the ginger she had been slicing, his head resting on her shoulder, maintaining the embrace that kept her in his arms. "What, you find it strange that I can cook? Haven't I cooked for you before? Why make such a big deal out of it?"
Su Li: "..."
Was she making a big deal out of it?
"It's not that..."
Halfway through her sentence, Su Li suddenly reached out to grasp the man's hand that was cutting the ginger julienne, motionless, and turned to look up at Ye Mu Fan in a daze. It took her a long time to speak up, "About that suggestion I made before, do you really disagree?"
"Suggestion? What suggestion?" When did she give him a suggestion?
"That one... that one... just that one..."
