Mo Shiqian looked at her frowning face, his thin lips curved up in an especially ambiguous arc, and he chuckled in a husky voice, "You're thinking about that before we've even had dinner?"
Chi Huan, "..."
Before she could even open her mouth to speak, he cupped the back of her head and bent down to kiss her.
The kiss became increasingly intense and entwined.
By the time the kiss ended, she was left so breathless that her whole body went limp.
Mo Shiqian looked at her flushed cheeks and her misty eyes, now carrying a hint of moisture, and kissed her lips again, "It's getting dark, I'll go cook, you just stay put."
He paused, then added, "Didn't you buy an oven to make me a cake, or did you just bring it back as a decoration?"
Her voice was soft, "Well, I caught a cold these past few days."
"Hmm, then rest well, watch some TV."