Entering the open kitchen, she saw Huo Jingtang busy cooking, frying eggs with the sound of "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" coming from the pan. That sound alone felt like happiness. A man willing to cook for a woman is a man worth marrying, no matter the cost.
She tiptoed over, standing behind Huo Jingtang's tall and impressive figure, reaching around to embrace his slim waist and laying her face against his grey home clothes—the soft cotton felt wonderful, as if touched by the palm of his hand.
Enveloped by her gentle embrace, Huo Jingtang lowered his gaze to her intertwined fingers, a sense of satisfaction welling within him.
They were like a long-married couple, waking up together in the morning and making breakfast side by side, a simple but fulfilling companionship, warm and content.
Huo Jingtang placed a hand on hers, his thumb caressing the back of her hand gently, "Cencen, why don't you move in with me?"
