Li Xiaoqiang, feeling a warm current surge through his heart upon hearing Su Xiaoya's words, knew that for a woman like her to confess her love to a boy, her affection must have reached an inseparable depth.
Li Xiaoqiang turned around, embraced Su Xiaoya's slender waist, and whispered softly, "I miss you too."
The two of them held each other tightly in the confined space, epitomizing simple and sincere love, with no need for an excess of sweet nothings.
All they needed was for their hearts to belong to each other and for a mutual understanding to come together.
Soon after, Li Xiaoqiang prepared dinner.
At the table, Su Xiaoya stared at the wide variety of dishes, dazzled. She never imagined that Li Xiaoqiang's culinary skills could be so impressive.
The dishes were a feast for the eyes in terms of color, aroma, and flavor, let alone the taste when eaten.
