Xia Lian shook her head, as if she hadn't heard, and continued doing what she was doing. "Wen Mo will be very tired cooking by himself."
She raised her head, then grabbed two onions with both hands, squinted slightly, and her cute little face showed a gentler side than usual. "It will be very relaxing with just the two of us."
"..."
Wen Mo pursed his lips, amused by her words, "Alright, alright, let's hurry up and have dinner as soon as possible."
The two of them were indeed a bit fast, but cooking can't be rushed. Wen Mo flipped the spatula, and the range hood roared above the stove.
"Wen Mo, do you have a cold?" Xia Lian asked suddenly, looking at Wen Mo who was cooking.
"How could you catch a cold so easily?"
Wen Mo replied casually, but it was true that, given the current plot development, if this were a novel, the male protagonist would definitely catch a cold from even a little rain.
However, he shrugged and didn't take it seriously.
He just got caught in the rain; he's in great physical condition and is still very active, showing no signs of getting sick at all.
"Really?"
"I'm not one of those male protagonists in novels, so I won't catch a cold from rain," Wen Mo joked with a smile.
"No, the male lead...?" Xia Lian seemed a little confused, tilting her head in confusion. Her already loose pajamas slipped down, revealing a patch of her shoulder.
Wen Mo reached out his free hand and straightened her collar. He couldn't believe that the male protagonist in any novel would be such a jerk, unless the book was titled "The Daily Life of a Scumbag Cousin with His Sister".
"...I don't think so."
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