Chen Nan walked into the kitchen with a leisurely pace.
The warm yellow light spilled into this space full of life, and the fragrance of food wafted faintly through the air.
Zhu Keren, her back to the door, was engrossed in her work at the stove, her figure as ethereal and enchanting as a fairy in a painting.
Chen Nan's gaze was firmly fixed on Zhu Keren, his eyes filled with deep affection and longing.
He approached step by step, each one marked with an irrepressible desire.
When he reached behind Zhu Keren, he slowly extended his hands, gently encircling her waist.
In that instant, he could feel her body shiver slightly.
He pressed his body tightly against Zhu Keren's back, as if to merge with her.
He buried his face in the nape of her neck.
Inhaling the familiar and enchanting scent of her.
That scent was like the most lethal poison, intoxicating him beyond salvation.
Upon sensing the masculine energy radiating from Chen Nan.
Keren's heart fluttered wildly.