His lips were slightly cool as they touched her skin, but they seemed to carry a scalding heat, reaching her ear but burning all the way into Luo Xiaoqian's heart, making it leap wildly.
A surge of nervousness rose within her, and Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips but ultimately let out a single word.
"Yes."
Once she set her mind on something, she never hesitated.
Although she had rejected him due to his sudden confession before, now that she had recognized her own feelings, she naturally did not want to hide her affection for him any longer.
"Good girl!" Leng Zimo kissed her hair with satisfaction, taking the spoon from her hand, "Go get a bowl!"
Already lacking in culinary skills, the dumpling wrappers were either too thin or thick and had all frozen together, making them nearly inedible once cooked.
Luo Xiaoqian brought the bowl back, facing the "shredded soup" in the pot with an embarrassed expression.
"Otherwise, let's throw it away, there should be other food in the fridge."
