She wouldn't go against her own stomach; she would live well and treat herself even better.
Tang Yuchen took off his coat and sat on the sofa, waiting for the food An Ruo was preparing.
Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, and the storm raged, but he felt a warm atmosphere at home.
This place was his home, but he had only used it as a place to sleep.
Since An Ruo had moved in, he had felt that something was different.
It was as if the home had gained a bit of vitality, less silent and less suffocating.
Moreover, he found himself increasingly enjoying the return to his house. For instance, tonight, he was supposed to go open a room with Yun Feixue. While driving, he suddenly changed his mind and decided to come back instead.
Seeing the disappointment and dissatisfaction on Yun Feixue's face, he had no desire to care. He just wanted to go home. He didn't know what to do when he got back; he just wanted to be there.
