Asking the Wrong Question

"You did not get an iota of sleep last night, and you are here already cooking at this hour with nothing but my t-shirt on," Zhuo Jingren noted the moment he went inside the kitchen. It was still six in the morning, and Lily was already cooking as she hummed a tune. Wasn't this the best thing to wake up to?

"I am used to working all night. That and last night was not enough to tire me out," Lily answered without turning around to face her husband.

"Liar," he answered, approaching her from behind. "You were the one who asked me to stop."

"It was something that I said in the spur of the moment." Though Lily was not facing Zhuo Jingren, the amusement in her voice was obvious. She was smiling as she flipped the pancakes.

"Pancakes?" He raised an eyebrow as he hugged her from behind. "Did you watch another video?"