Fast Hands?

In the early morning.

"Mm." Xia Yan yawned and walked out of Han Jiangxue's room. Seeing that there was no one in the living room, she couldn't help but follow the sounds that she heard to the kitchen, and through the frosted glass on the door, she saw the figure getting busy inside.

She approached the door quietly, almost sticking her face to the frosted glass. However, she couldn't see the true appearance of the person inside and could only see and imagine its vague silhouette.

Ka-cha.

The door of the kitchen was suddenly opened and Han Jiangxue walked out while wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand. Some bubbling sounds came from the pot in on the kitchen top.

"Hehe, hehe." Xia Yan rubbed her head and laughed foolishly. "I didn't kick the duvet last night, did I? Did I kick you? I think I didn't stay still when I was sleeping…"