"Xi, it's your birthday today. Shall we start with the cake? I got up early this morning and made a sea salt cake just for you."
"Okay."
Mo Chuxi would never say "no". Naturally, whatever Yan Xinxin says goes.
She smiled, delighted, and turned on the room lights, adjusting them to a soft, warm setting—it's not too bright, capturing a romantic ambiance.
The two of them sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window. Yan Xinxin cut the cake, using a fork to feed a piece to Mo Chuxi.
"Is it delicious?"
"Delicious."
"Then I'll keep feeding Xi cake."
"Alright."
Mo Chuxi wrapped his arm around Yan Xinxin's waist, his gaze fixed on her in a state of admiration.
His wife is so beautiful, so sweet, so pretty, I really like her...
Yan Xinxin didn't notice Mo Chuxi's increasingly captivated gaze, just enjoying the cake bite by bite, smiling as she spoke.
