Zhou Yanjing held her waist firmly with his hands and looked down at her with deep and firm eyes.

"Who dares to laugh?" His voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Shen Liwu's heart trembled when he looked at her, and the tip of her ear was quietly stained with a touch of pink. Her voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of coquettishness: "Aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

"Holding you is sweet no matter how tired I am." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a gentle light flashed in his eyes.

Shen Liwu felt sweet at his words, and her cheeks flushed involuntarily. She gently patted his chest and scolded him: "You are so smooth-talking. Who did you learn this from?"

Zhou Yanjing smiled without saying a word and strode out of the clinic.

The sunlight from the hospital window shone on them, casting shadows of two people, one tall and one short, leaning against each other. Shen Liwu leaned on his shoulder, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling a sense of security in her heart.

As we walked out of the hospital gate, the warm wind blew away the smell of disinfectant in the air. Zhou Yanjing slowed down his pace a little, looked down at the person in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat first before going back?"

Shen Liwu shook her head, gently pulled his collar with her fingers, and whispered, “I want to eat what you cook.”

Thinking that he had been looking for her for the whole night and might not have eaten, she said, "You haven't eaten either, have you? Then let's eat and then go home."

"It's late, I want to go home and eat."

The corners of Zhou Yanjing's lips slightly raised, with a faint smile hidden in his eyes.

…

Family compound!

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and poured into the room, casting mottled shadows on the floor with its golden rays.

The crisp sound of spatulas colliding could be heard from the kitchen, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of food. Zhou Yanjing stood in front of the stove, his tall figure looked particularly solid under the dazzling sunlight.

Shen Liwu sat at the dining table, holding a cup of warm water in her hand, glancing towards the kitchen from time to time. Her ankle still ached a little, but she felt more satisfied.

"It's time to eat." Zhou Yanjing came over with two plates of steaming dishes and gently placed them on the table.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms, which were stained with a few oil stains.

Shen Liwu got closer and saw a plate of stir-fried pork slices with green peppers and a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, simple but tempting. She looked up and smiled at him, "Your craftsmanship is still as good as ever."

"If you're hungry, eat more." He pulled out a chair and sat down, then picked up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl, "Try it and see how it tastes."

Shen Liwu took a bite. The meat was tender and juicy, and the fragrance of the green pepper just neutralized the greasiness. She nodded with satisfaction, "Eat."

The corners of Zhou Yanjing's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. He himself was in no hurry to pick up his chopsticks, his eyes were always on her, as if he could never look enough at her.

“Why don’t you eat?” Shen Liwu noticed his gaze and looked up at him.

"Seeing you enjoying your meal, I'm full too." His tone was relaxed, yet with a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"When did you become so good at saying sweet words? You say them quite fluently."

Zhou Yanjing chuckled, his eyes still on her face, like a soft feather gently brushing past her.

"It's not love talk, it's the truth."

Shen Liwu felt a little embarrassed when he looked at her. She lowered her head and ate the food in the bowl, her cheeks slightly red. She picked up a piece of green pepper and put it in his bowl, muttering softly, "Eat it too, don't just look at me."

He then retracted his gaze, picked up the green pepper with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The light in the room was soft, shining on his angular jawline, making it look particularly warm.