Outside the window, gentle rain was falling.
Tu Haohao sat on the high stool in front of the counter, gazing at Li Chengze.
The room was very quiet.
So quiet that you could hear the sound of rainwater trickling down from the eaves.
You could also hear the soft bubbling sound of porridge simmering over a small flame.
Li Chengze would occasionally glance back at her.
He didn't speak, just smiled shyly.
Everything was so beautiful it seemed unreal.
For a moment, Tu Haohao even thought she was dreaming.
His broad back.
Lean and strong waist, making one want to step forward and embrace him.
As Tu Haohao thought this, she found herself unexpectedly facing a pair of deep, dark eyes.
The muscles within the embrace were firm.
Tensed unknowingly due to her active approach.
"Smells good." Tu Haohao deliberately ignored the emotional fluctuations of Li Chengze.
