In the peak of summer, Yan Luoxi was sprawled over the bar counter eating instant noodles, the pickled pepper flavor so spicy that her little mouth turned red and a bowl had her sweating profusely. After filling her stomach, she finally felt alive again.
She cradled the bowl, sipping the soup with relish, and found the spicy taste addictively satisfying.
Li Yeqi returned from outside and as soon as he entered the house, he smelled the scent of instant noodles. He frowned and looked up.
At the bar counter, the woman faced away from him, loudly slurping her soup.
His gaze rested on her delicate yet somewhat pale face, her manner of drinking soup resembling an adorable little hamster.
His heart softened into a mess, filled with more tenderness and compassion.
