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Gu Beiyan didn't turn around, but responded with an "Mm," and his hands didn't stop moving at all, deftly flipping the beautiful fried egg over.

He stared intently at the changes in the fried egg in the frying pan, his left hand suspended in mid-air, the second hand of his mechanical watch ticking steadily on his well-defined wrist.

When the pointer pointed to the predetermined position, he deftly turned off the heat, picked up a white porcelain plate with his left hand, and used a spatula in his right hand to lift and place the fried egg, with its edges golden and crispy but its center still tender and smooth, steadily onto the plate.

He placed two plates on the marble island, one plate containing two perfect fried eggs and the other containing only one, and also placed a pair of chopsticks into Nanqing's palm.

"Eat first, the sour soup noodles will be ready soon."

After he finished speaking briefly, he turned around and put the ingredients into the boiling pot.

Nan Qing looked down at the beautifully shaped and colored poached eggs on the plate. She gently poked one with her chopsticks, and the yolk in the center wobbled a few times like pudding. She broke the surface of the egg, and the golden egg liquid immediately flowed out slowly, spreading a bright color on the white porcelain plate. It looked absolutely beautiful.

[Host, please poke me too, Little Eight is hungry~]

Little Baba had climbed down from her head at some point and lay down in front of its share of fried eggs. Its fluffy little body was lying on the edge of the plate, and its pink nose was almost touching the egg white. At that moment, it was blowing hard on the fried egg, which was bigger than itself.

"puff--"

It was so funny that Nanqing couldn't help but chuckle, but she still used her chopsticks to gently poke a hole in the egg surface, letting the golden runny yolk flow out.

Little Ba couldn't wait to bring its little head closer, but it got burned and squeaked. But it still wouldn't give up and stuck out its pink little tongue, tentatively licking the food bit by bit.

When Gu Beiyan put the last of the beef into the pot and turned around, he saw Nan Qing and Xiao Ba eating the poached eggs on their plates in small bites.

Morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, falling on Nanqing's hair and casting a soft filter on her. Her round, doe-like eyes were slightly lowered, concealing their brilliance. At that moment, she unconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick away the egg liquid that clung to her lips, her pink tongue flashing by.

Noticing Gu Beiyan's gaze, she looked up, her lips still bearing traces of unlicked golden egg yolk.

"What's wrong?"

Her face still held the joyful expression of eating delicious food, so her voice was soft, and the neckline of her pajamas had slipped to one side because she had just bent down to eat a fried egg, revealing a small part of her beautiful, fair collarbone.

Seeing the oblivious Nan Qing, Gu Beiyan's eyes darkened instantly, his gaze becoming as deep as ink. He calmly turned around, turned off the stove, and then pulled out a tissue from the side, slowly wiping his hands. From his slender fingers to his bony wrists, every inch exuded a restrained sensuality.

The moment the tissue was crumpled into a ball and precisely thrown into the trash can.

He took two long strides forward, the muscle lines of his legs, encased in black sweatpants, becoming faintly visible with each step.

Across the island counter, you suddenly reach out and lift up Nanqing, who is eating a fried egg with her head down. Before Nanqing can even swallow the food in her mouth, she feels as if she is enveloped by a shadow.

Gu Beiyan leaned down and kissed her lips, which were still wet with egg yolk.

The kiss came suddenly and forcefully. He first gently held her lower lip, which was stained with egg yolk, and slowly licked away the golden color with the tip of his tongue. Then, with an irresistible meaning, he pried open her teeth and poured out all his suppressed desires.

Nan Qing also tasted the faint minty flavor on his lips and tongue, mixed with the sweetness of the egg liquid on her own lips, and a hint of sour and spicy soup.

Little Ba quickly covered its beady eyes with its paws, but kept peeking through its fingers. It tiptoed backward, its round body even sliding silently behind a glass of water, secretly watching this scene that was not suitable for children.

At this moment, Gu Beiyan's hand had already passed through Nan Qing's hair, his fingertips caressing her sensitive scalp, pressing her towards him, their lips and tongues intertwining, the kiss growing deeper and deeper.

He couldn't explain the possessiveness churning in his chest; he had wanted to do this from the very first moment he saw Nan Qing.

I wanted to keep her locked in my arms, and I wanted to leave my mark and scent on her fair skin with my teeth.

I want to kiss her hard every time she smiles at someone else.

"Hmm~"

Nan Qing couldn't help but let out a soft hum, aroused by his aura and forceful movements. Her fingers gripped his collar, and the only sounds in the kitchen were her rapid breathing and the ambiguous splashing of water.

After a while, Gu Beiyan finally stepped back slightly, but still pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. His deep eyes still held a dark undercurrent, and his thumb stroked Nan Qing's swollen, moist lips as he whispered a husky announcement.

"mine."

The voice was soft, but carried an undeniable possessiveness, and sprayed onto Nan Qing's face along with the scorching breath.

Nan Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing was not yet calm, and her chest rose and fell slightly with her panting. In her hazy vision, she saw the small black mole on his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he spoke.

Gu Beiyan finally closed his eyes, lightly pecked Nan Qing's lips again, and then completely withdrew. When he turned around, his back was already wet, whether from the heat of the kitchen or some other reason, he didn't know.

"Have a meal."

His voice was still hoarse, but he had regained his usual composure, though his knuckles, which were stirring the sour soup noodles with a spoon, were still a little white.

Coming to her senses, Nan Qing shifted into a more comfortable position, resting her elbows on the cool island counter, her palms supporting her smooth, round chin, and casually twirling a stray strand of her hair with her other hand, her gaze fixed on Gu Beiyan's seasoning movements.

She never quite understood why he had such a strong obsession with her.

It seems that it had been like this ever since she first met him in the small world.