Several minutes later, while the lush was almost falling asleep, Qing Yi came in carrying a bowl of noodles.
Smelling the fragrance even before Qing Yi called, the lush scampered off the bed and took the bowl eagerly from Qing Yi's hands, "Starving, starving."
"Be careful, it's hot." Qing Yi shook her head helplessly, grabbed a book, and lay back on the bed to read.
"Your culinary skills are getting better and better, any girl who marries you in the future is truly blessed." The lush didn't forget to praise while eating.
Qing Yi glanced at the lush enjoying his meal at the table, a faint smile playing on her lips—barely there, unspoken—before continuing to read her book…
The next day—
Wen Xiao'ai woke up beside Jun Moyan, her eyes opening to the man's handsome and imposing features close at hand.
The warmth of his breath on her face, combined with his pleasant scent, made her heart race and accelerate.
Wen Xiao'ai couldn't help but swallow.
