Bai Yiran put down her phone and looked at the man in the kitchen.
The heating was on in the house, and Zheng Yunhao was shirtless, wearing only a pair of casual pants. His upper body was lean and muscular, and he wore an apron, exuding a different kind of sex appeal.
Soon, Zheng Yunhao brought over two steaks, then fetched a bottle of red wine.
"Let's eat."
Bai Yiran glanced at the dishes and said with a smile, "Looks like you've practiced."
Zheng Yunhao tossed aside his sleepwear, "I learned it for you."
Bai Yiran laughed lightly, swaying her wine glass, "Cheers."
"Cheers."
The steak was no bigger than the palm of a hand; what mattered was the atmosphere. Under the flickering candlelight, everything seemed a bit hazy.
Bai Yiran handed over a gift box, "Merry Christmas."
Seeing the large gift box, Zheng Yunhao asked, "Can I open it now?"
"Of course."
Zheng Yunhao opened it to find a box of men's underwear and said with a laugh, "This is quite fitting."
