Han Junche's voice sounded softly above her head: "Awake?"

Chi Xia hummed in agreement: "Did I wake you up?"

"No." Because he had just woken up, Han Junche's voice was still a little hoarse. He opened his eyes, looked at Chi Xia, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Besides, I am willing to be woken up by you in this way."

Chi Xia was still wondering what he meant by this method when she felt him straighten his back slightly.

Then……

Chi Xia's face flushed red instantly, as if it were on fire. She quickly scrambled out of his arms, puffing out her cheeks and glaring at him angrily.

Han Junche looked at her blushing face, her cheeks puffed out as she glared at him, looking just like a bloated pufferfish. She was so cute that he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Chi Xia was both embarrassed and angry: "You're still laughing, you pervert!"

Han Junche said innocently, "This is just a normal man's normal physiological reaction after waking up. How does it become a hooliganism? What will you do when I actually act like a hooligan?"

Chi Xia wasn't a naive girl who knew nothing; it was precisely because she understood that he left her speechless.

Han Junche looked at her, both embarrassed and annoyed, yet unable to think of anything to say to shut her up. His smile widened, and he reached out to ruffle her hair. Then he got out of bed and said softly, "Are you hungry? Do you have any food in your space? I'll make you something to eat."

Between continuing to be angry and eating, Chi Xia decisively chose the latter, jumped out of bed, and went to her space to get ingredients.

The food in the room was something Jerry insisted on giving her before she left.

Although he had been told that this was a rescue mission and there would be no time to cook along the way, Jerry still wouldn't listen to reason and stuffed the ingredients from his farm into Chi Xia's hands.

A pair of watery blue eyes, with a hint of grievance: "What if we need it someday? This journey has been so arduous, Xiaxia will get thin from hunger."

Looking into his puppy-dog eyes, Chi Xia's heart softened instantly, and she immediately put the ingredients into her spatial storage.

Surprisingly, Jerry was right; it really did come in handy.

Chi Xia excitedly took out the ingredients; she had had enough of compressed biscuits, bread, and instant noodles after so many days.

However, Han Junche did not take her ingredients immediately, but instead draped his coat over her shoulders: "Although there is heating here, you should still be careful not to get cold."

Chi Xia hummed in agreement, and Han Junche took the ingredients from her hands and walked outside.

Chi Xia got dressed and walked into the kitchen in her slippers. The kitchen in the one-bedroom apartment was also very small, with only enough room for two people to stand at most.

Chi Xia leaned against the door, watching Han Junche roll up his sleeves and arrange the ingredients with his slender fingers. His noble demeanor was instantly tinged with the warmth of everyday life.

Hearing that she had arrived, Han Junche did not turn to look at her, but said, "There will be smoke when you are cooking later. Go sit in the living room. If you are bored, play on your phone for a while."

Chi Xia hummed in agreement, but did not leave.

Watching him skillfully busy himself in the kitchen, she suddenly felt a sense of peace and tranquility. She thought that this must be what their daily life after marriage would be like.

Han Junche glanced at her and, seeing that she didn't move, said, "Since you don't want to leave, come and help me with the work."

"Me?" Chi Xia pointed to her nose in surprise: "Are you sure?"

Han Junche nodded: "Come over here."

Chi Xia had no choice but to roll up her sleeves and go inside: "Let's make this clear first, don't blame me if you don't do it well."