Whoosh, a ladleful of water cascaded down, and Qi Taiguo shook the water from his hair, taking the towel from nearby to wipe his face.
"Are you hungry? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles," she offered.
That sentence from Cheng Su echoed in his mind again, and his heart thudded as if it had been struck.
Qi Taiguo felt a peculiar sensation in his chest.
It wasn't his first mission, and when had he ever not returned to solitude, taking care of himself on his own? But this time, upon entering, someone was waiting for him, her face alight with joy.
Yes, joy—if he wasn't mistaken, the expression on Cheng Su's face just now was indeed joyful, right?
"I'll cook you a bowl of noodles..."
He had headed straight home after completing the mission, and by the time he got home, it was already this late; where would he find anything to eat? But he was used to it—only now, what?
Gurgle, gurgle, Qi Taiguo's stomach cried out, and his nose picked up a faint but enticing aroma.
