"You really don't give people a moment's peace. It's freezing outside, do you not want your feet anymore?" Yan Song's tone was gloomy as he slapped her butt with a loud "smack, smack."
Yun Ya's cheeks blushed slightly as she hid in his arms, "I woke up and couldn't find you. I felt scared, so I rushed out..."
"Even if you were anxious, you shouldn't run out barefoot. The cold will get into your body. Are you trying to worry me to death?"
Yun Ya looked at the bowl that had fallen and shattered on the ground, "What was inside? It's all spilled."
"Ginger soup I made for you, to warm your blood and dispel the cold. There's more in the pot; I'll bring another bowl for you later."
"Did you make it yourself?"
Yan Song glanced down at her, "Other than you, who else in this world could get me into the kitchen?"
Yun Ya grinned and nestled in his embrace, "It's my honor. I'm hungry and want to eat noodles made by you."
