Yun Xuefei's body stiffened slightly.
She turned her head and looked at the tall man in front of her, offering a faint smile, "You didn't eat much tonight, did you? It's cold outside, drinking some soup will make you feel better."
"Hmm." Huo Yanzhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and when he saw her reaching to lift the pot lid, he quickly intervened, "Let me."
He got there first, covering the slightly hot pot lid and, taking advantage of the moment, wrapped his arms around her waist.
Yun Xuefei felt a bit awkward and struggled lightly, pushing him away: "...I'll go chop some green onions."
Finished speaking, she turned to walk towards the sink, but Huo Yanzhao firmly grasped her wrist. She lost her balance, leaning backward, and suddenly fell into his embrace!
"Huo Yanzhao!" Her voice tinged with a trace of anger.
The man looked at her flushed cheeks and suddenly smiled.
