Cooking?

"What are you doing? Don't you want to have breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry." Xian Yijun buried his face in Wei Zhijuan's neck and kissed her lazily. The feeling, along with his deep and hoarse voice that had just woken up, was full of enticement.

The two of them had fought hard until four in the morning last night before Xian Yijun let Wei Zhijuan sleep. It was only seven o'clock and she was actually very sleepy as well.

But when she opened her eyes just now and saw Xian Yijun lying next to her, she was immediately overcome with inexplicable excitement. Since she couldn't sleep, she wanted to get up and prepare breakfast for him.

Although she didn't know how to cook, she could learn!

"Even if you're not hungry, you still have to eat breakfast. After breakfast, you can go back to sleep." Wei Zhijuan gently nudged him. It was rare for Xian Yijun to lie on her like a lazy child.