"Tianxing, you go sit on the sofa and rest for a while. I'll go to the kitchen and cook for you. If you feel bored, you can watch some TV,"
After changing Lu Tianxing into slippers, Lin Qianru stood up and pulled Lu Tianxing to the sofa, then turned around and headed for the kitchen. Everything was so natural, as if rehearsed countless times, devoid of any stiffness.
Lu Tianxing sat on the sofa for a moment, smoked a cigarette, and immediately stood up and turned towards the kitchen.
Standing at the doorway, he watched Lin Qianru, apron-wrapped, back facing the entrance, chopping vegetables, the very picture of a housewife, devoid of the high-and-mighty businesswoman aura she had outside, resembling a virtuous chess piece wife.
After seeing this, Lu Tianxing could no longer hold back and suddenly stepped forward, hugging Lin Qianru from behind, tightly, as if to meld her into his own body.
