Wen Xiangyang's heart pounded under his gaze, and her lovely face turned beet red.
She took two deep breaths, lowering her head nervously.
Just then, Mu Lingqian stood up and walked out.
Upon hearing his departing footsteps, Xiangyang looked up, only to see Lingqian's retreating silhouette.
Why did he avoid her even in such situations?
Wen Xiangyang stayed alone in the cabin until nightfall, yet Mu Lingqian never returned.
She walked out worriedly and saw Mu Lingqian standing alone on the deck, gazing at the distant sea.
"Let's go back inside." Wen Xiangyang approached Lingqian, raising her head to speak. "I noticed there are ingredients in the fridge. Shall I make some dumplings? I'll eat the filling, you can have the skin."
Mu Lingqian, hearing this, looked at Wen Xiangyang.
Wen Xiangyang nodded at him.
The dumplings Wen Xiangyang made weren't as good as the fish she cooked, but surprisingly, Mu Lingqian ate a large bowl.