Duan Xingzhi felt a bit dazed, as if time had suddenly returned to the past, to when they hadn't broken the thin sheet of paper between them, when their interactions were as warm as they are now.
"Okay."
Duan Xingzhi sat down by the dining table, openly watching Bai Zhi busy in the kitchen.
She was wearing his pajamas while making a late-night snack, and the scene warmed Duan Xingzhi's eyes a little. He even wanted to secretly record this moment on his phone to keep it forever, because he didn't know if there would be another moment like this in the future.
Being watched with such intense gaze, even if she had no eyes on her back, how could she not feel anything?
But she could do nothing, just pretended to know nothing, silently cooking the noodles.
The noodles cooked quickly, a large bowl for each of them, ample portions, vibrant colors, looking quite appetizing.
"It's ready, you can eat now."
