The feeling of home.
She and him, a small family.
Li Sinian didn't deliberately tiptoe inside, but out of habit, he always walked quietly. Xiao Man could feel him approaching, and without exaggeration, she sensed his presence from afar, and spoke, "Actually, you've never tasted anything I've cooked myself. Although I usually don't cook, my culinary skills are really quite good. If you don't believe me, watch me fry an egg—"
She felt Li Sinian was right behind her, so she turned her face aside.
Before she could say the word "egg," her small lips were already covered by Li Sinian's.
Xiao Man was startled, her hand trembled, nearly shattering the bowl in her hand.
Li Sinian quickly raised his hand, cradling the glass container with his own hand. He took it, slowly placing it on the table.
After safely setting it down, his large hands encircled her slender waist as he wished, holding her and kissing her.
