His tall and strong figure was wrapped in an apron, his profile refined and handsome, his short, fine hair hung over Mo Yunchen's smooth forehead. As the food left the stove, his thin lips curved upward, exuding a breathtaking beauty—at least, that's what Qin Qin thought at that moment.
She didn't speak or move, just quietly watched his back, a surge of emotion welling up in her eyes.
A man of such high status, willing to cook for you, what more could one ask for?
Quietly approaching Mo Yunchen, she extended her slender arms around his narrow waist, pressing her cheek against his back with a contented sigh.
"Mo Yunchen, it's so good to have you!"
Mo Yunchen stopped what he was doing, turning around to look at Qin Qin dressed in his clothes, the top exposing her delicate and pretty collarbone and the subtle hint of her chest, her long, beautiful legs exposed beneath,
"Are you tempting me?!" His husky voice rose, and Qin Qin rolled her eyes.
