Days like this were exactly what Qiao Xi had once longed for in her dreams.
And it was Shen Dang who made this dream come true.
"What would you like for dinner tonight?"
Shen Dang looked up and met Qiao Xi's tender gaze.
Her personality was always cool and detached, but now her eyes took on a tender hue that could melt hearts.
The office was brightly lit, with sunlight streaming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The stunningly beautiful woman with her red lips and fair skin seemed to glow all over.
Qiao Xi let out an "Ah," propped her cheek on her hand, and said leisurely, "I don't want to eat out. I want to eat what you cook."
Shen Dang rose from the executive chair, picked up the coat from the chair's back, and came over to stroke the hair at the back of Qiao Xi's head: "All right, let's go buy some groceries."
His black eyes were filled with warmth.
His gaze upon her was focused and deep.
Qiao Xi curved her eyes: "Have you finished your work?"
"Finished," he said.
