Tong Ran felt a warmth in her heart. She took a deep breath, boldly wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist, and turned her face to rest against his warm chest, "Mo Nanjue, what would you like to eat tonight?"
The man's face remained cold, "Whatever."
Unsatisfied, Tong Ran looked up at him, "Tell me, I've learned a few recipes online these past few days. Maybe there's something you'd like to eat?"
"What can you actually make?" Mo Nanjue glanced at the red light and almost impulsively wanted to tear it down. He placed his hand on her head, "Bury your face in there!"
Did she want her face to get split by the wind?!
Obeying, Tong Ran turned her face to the side, her grip tightening around his waist as she inhaled his familiar scent. Suddenly, with a muffled voice, she said, "Mo Nanjue, don't be mean to me, okay? I just want to buy groceries and cook for you."
