Yu Siqiao wasn't in a great mood today, but the moment his gaze touched her flower-like smile, the gloom that had long enveloped his heart seemed to clear up instantly.
Yu Siqiao's heart felt like it had been warmed by her radiant presence.
His expression softened a lot, he walked over and asked softly, "What are you doing?"
"Baking cookies!" Mo Shu took off her gloves, turned to look at Yu Siqiao, "What's up? Why are your brows all furrowed?"
Mo Shu raised her hand, looked up, cupping his face to smooth out his brows, "Not happy?"
Yu Siqiao leaned in, gave her a peck on the lips, "No, why are you baking cookies for no reason?"
"Guess?" Mo Shu's eyes sparkled with humor, quickly turning around, "Have you forgotten what day it is today?"
What day is today?
Yu Siqiao suddenly recalled Qin Fusi's stern warning from a while ago: If a woman asks you out of the blue if you've forgotten what day it is today,
and you really don't know what day it is, you're... doomed.
