The two had barely confirmed their relationship before they were practically inseparable. Jiang Tian cupped her face in her hands and said, "I feel like I'm really being driven by lust..."

Zhou Yancheng didn't want to talk about her; he didn't know he could be so reckless.

After Jiang Qing and Chen Fenglie left, the two of them argued all afternoon.

After glancing at his watch and placing Jiang Tian on the sofa, Zhou Yancheng went to find an apron to tie on himself.

Jiang Tian looked at him: "Are you going to cook?"

Zhou Yancheng turned around: "Okay, I'll cook for you."

He felt no sense of belonging in the house, and his meals were just makeshift, because he knew he wouldn't be staying for long.

But since he still has someone he loves, he can't just let things slide.

"I had no idea you could cook," Jiang Tian couldn't help but praise him. "Cooking is so difficult. I've been learning for a long time and I only know a few dishes."

Thinking of the band-aids wrapped around her hands those days, and then of the argument they had last night, and the chicken soup she had thrown away, Zhou Yancheng felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry, we had just met back then, I..."

Jiang Tian nodded: "I know. I thought you were my boss back then, and I only learned it because I wanted to please you."

Zhou Yancheng stroked her smooth hair: "And last night, I'm sorry I didn't drink the chicken soup you made."

Jiang Tian's face showed a complicated expression: "...Luckily you didn't drink it. I tasted it when it was fresh out of the pot, and it was terribly fishy. I don't know what happened."

Zhou Yancheng was both amused and exasperated. Seeing her adorable face with a furrowed brow, and remembering her tears last night, he thought to himself that it would be best if she never appeared again.

He knew that all those versions of her were Jiang Tian, ​​but he preferred to see the happy Jiang Tian.

She's naturally inclined to smile, with a touch of cunning and a carefree attitude. Despite everything she's been through and the many wounds she's suffered, she can still smile so clearly.

Zhou Yancheng had received systematic training in cooking, and in order to feed his girlfriend, he used his best skills.

Even though it was just for two people, he insisted on making it look like a full-fledged Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

At first, Jiang Tian praised her in a seemingly serious manner, but later she just nodded and buried herself in her food.

"From now on, Chef Zhou will be in charge of cooking all the meals at our house, is that alright?"

Jiang Tian blinked at him frantically.

Hearing the words "our family" made Zhou Yancheng feel comforted, and he suppressed a laugh: "I'll make it for you whenever I have time."

Jiang Tian was satisfied.

The two of them washed the dishes together after the meal, and neither of them felt tired.

Jiang Tian would occasionally sigh, "I'm thirty-three years old and still have no money, yet I've already achieved my dream of becoming a rich woman."

Zhou Yancheng pretended not to hear.

After washing the dishes, it's time to go to bed.

"Now you can go back to your bedroom and sleep obediently."

Zhou Yancheng said in a serious tone, "Since you've invited me, of course I have to obey."

After the two finished washing up, it was time for Jiang Tian to apply perfume.

She was still wearing that pink silk nightgown, sitting in the same spot.

Last time Zhou Yancheng pretended to be focused, but this time he stared at her intently, making Jiang Tian feel a little uneasy.

What are you doing?

Her skin was fair and delicate, with no visible pores, and it had a faint fragrance when you got close.

"I'm not doing anything. I'll wait until you're done with your work before we go to sleep."

Zhou Yancheng's tone was gentle.

"……oh."

After finishing her skincare routine, Jiang Tian had just lain down when Zhou Yancheng pulled her into his arms.

She looked at him suspiciously: "You said that this afternoon."

Zhou Yancheng nodded: "I know."

He held her in his arms. Although she wasn't short, she still looked petite and delicate in his embrace.

Neither of them moved at first.

But soon after, Zhou Yancheng changed the subject: "Do you know you're a very restless sleeper?"

Peeking out from his embrace, Jiang Tian firmly denied it: "Don't you dare slander me."

“That day you insisted I go back to my bedroom to sleep, so I did. But as soon as I fell asleep, you rolled into my arms. I pushed you back, but you weren't happy about it, so I…”

Jiang Tian immediately covered his mouth, her face turning bright red: "Stop talking, I must have just woken up and become stupid..."

Zhou Yancheng insisted on continuing: "At that time, I really wanted to hold you in my arms openly and honestly."

He kissed Jiang Tian: "It's come true now."

Jiang Tian didn't say anything, but took the initiative to reach out and hug him back.

What should have been a tender moment was one that Zhou Yancheng deliberately suppressed.

But some people are not so well-behaved; their soft little hands, which were originally placed in a proper position, slipped through the open opening of their pajamas and went inside...

Zhou Yancheng suddenly sat up!

He gritted his teeth, while Jiang Tian looked completely innocent: "What's wrong? It's so late, let's leave the work for tomorrow."

Under the light, her skin appeared even whiter, her hair as black as ink, and her neckline...

Zhou Yancheng didn't want to overthink things, but Jiang Tian led him astray.

He went to the bathroom with a sullen face.

When she returned, Jiang Tian was still awake. She yawned and said, "Go to sleep."

Seeing that she was about to reach out to him again, Zhou Yancheng pressed her back down, pulled the blanket up, and pulled the two of them together.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Tian leaned against him, completely bewildered.

"If you don't want my promise from this afternoon to fall through, then feel free to touch me."

Jiang Tian understood immediately. She pretended to turn over and said, "I'm going to sleep now. Remember to turn off the lights. Goodnight."

Zhou Yancheng didn't say anything. He waited for less than five minutes, and sure enough, the sleeping Jiang Tian rolled back into his arms.

Holding the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, Zhou Yancheng was satisfied. He quickly turned off the lights and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Zhou Yancheng got up first.

His boss informed him early in the morning that his holiday was ending ahead of schedule.

How could the Zhou family bear to let him be idle?

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