She immediately followed him into the kitchen.
Having busied herself in the kitchen for half a day, Su Ran's throbbing heartbeat gradually subsided. When she turned to grab a plate, she caught a glimpse of the man leaning against the door from the corner of her eye.
She started slightly, patting her chest with residual fright.
"When did you get here?"
Fu Qiyuan's deep-set eyes rested on her exquisite face, his gaze intense. Finally, he stood up straight and slowly walked towards her.
"For a little while."
"Then you should have made a sound, you scared me."
As she spoke, she rinsed a plate under water and served up the omelet she had just finished frying in the pan.
"I wanted to feel it a little more."
"Hmm?"
At his words, Su Ran looked up only to collide with the man's warm chest, a vast expanse of appealing skin in her view. Even through the thin shirt, she could feel the man's hot, racing heart.
"I wanted to feel the warmth and happiness of this moment a little more."