After sending that message, Long Xiliang hadn't replied for a long time.
Lu Xiaoyou lay in bed for a while, then she clambered out and headed towards the kitchen.
Before she even reached the kitchen, she saw that the light was on.
Standing at the doorway, Lu Xiaoyou smelled the fragrance of noodles, and the tall man standing in front of the stove didn't seem out of place.
Long Xiliang felt someone behind him, and his hand trembled as he was about to drop some greens into the pot.
Lu Xiaoyou had already come up behind him, peeked into the pot, and at that moment, Long Xiliang covered it with a lid.
"I thought you weren't going to make me a midnight snack," she said.
The man's voice was cold, "I'm cooking for myself."
Lu Xiaoyou didn't expose him, pressing her chest against his back, "Then can you share some with me?"
"Mm." Long Xiliang agreed.