Chi Zaozao entered the kitchen, which was spacious—about twenty square meters.
Ye Que, wearing an apron, moved skillfully and methodically, busy at work in the kitchen.
Chi Zaozao stood at the doorway, gazing tenderly at his sturdy, handsome silhouette. A warm current flowed through her heart, spreading happiness to its depths.
She tiptoed closer, slipping her small hands around his waist from behind and holding him tightly.
Her face pressed against his back as she closed her eyes, greedily savoring the unique, innate charm of his masculine presence.
She wished she could hold him like this forever, never letting go.
Fortunately, from now on, no one would separate them ever again.
They would surely live a happy and harmonious life together, devoted to each other for the rest of their days.
Ye Que was in the middle of stir-frying when he suddenly felt two small hands wrap around his waist. He looked down and smiled devilishly, his lips curling into a mischievous grin.
