Eleven took a shower and changed into her pajamas, the kind that didn't differ much from her usual T-shirts.
The good thing about a small home was that you don't need to search for people. As soon as she walked out from her room, she saw Gu Liancheng's figure in the open-plan kitchen. She walked over and asked, "What are you doing in the kitchen?"
"Making a late-night snack. Want some?"
"Eating a snack this late, are you trying to make me fat?" Though that's what she said, she was secretly delighted.
Having someone make food for her late at night felt like a blissful event. Eleven, who never gained weight from eating, believed that nothing could make her happier than food.
He had cast off his coat on the couch. His shirt sleeves were already rolled up and he had a determined look as if he was about to get down to some serious work. From behind, Eleven found his appearance somewhat amusing.