Mu Mian had really been eating a lot lately, the thought of fruit cake's ingredients naturally made her drool a little.
Gong Heng indulged her with a smile, "Don't eat too much, rice is the staple food."
"I know."
Mu Mian lay on the couch, watching his tall figure bustling in the kitchen, moving in and out, cutting the cake with expertise and dicing the fruits into small pieces. In fact, she was used to all this, Gong Heng had been doing these things for her since she was young.
But now it seemed like he didn't need to do these things, it seemed like it was damaging his image.
He was truly god-like in his perfection.
Outside, he was outstanding in appearance, exceptional in temperament, elegant and noble, gentle and humble.
At home, whether in the hall or the kitchen, he personally took care of every aspect of her life. Although most of the time their meals were prepared by the thirty-third floor, he still often cooked for her himself.
