Xia Qingtian didn't disturb Bo Jingyan, instead, she leaned against the kitchen door, silently watching him.
Bo Jingyan, who was cooking, once seemed unapproachable and aloof, but now, the domesticity he exuded with the pan and stove made him appear unbelievably gentle.
She was just angry at him for frustrating her in bed, wishing she could bite him out of rage.
Yet at this moment, an overwhelming wave of love surged in Xia Qingtian's heart for the man standing before her eyes, easing the rage that had been there a moment ago.
She tried to hold it in but eventually couldn't resist anymore, then walked into the kitchen and embraced him from behind.
Bo Jingyan, who was in the middle of cooking, froze.
"What's wrong?" His cool voice now carried a hint of warmth.
"Nothing, just newfound love for you!" Xia Qingtian confessed, resting her head on his back.
Bo Jingyan's deep eyes darkened slightly, "When you told me to stop in bed, weren't you mad at me? How could you love me now?"