It must be said that Ye Xiner was the most considerate woman Hong Yuan had ever met, and she was also incredibly gentle, which inevitably made Hong Yuan think of the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.
Subconsciously, Hong Yuan shuddered and shook his head.
Mmm...
Half a day later, Ye Xiner slowly awoke.
When she discovered that Hong Yuan was not by her side, she immediately kicked off the small blanket.
It was at this moment that an extremely fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen. Ye Xiner's heart stirred, and she hurriedly followed the scent.
When she found Hong Yuan cooking, her beautiful eyes widened in shock.
Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, evidently finding the scene before her hard to believe.
"Gu Fan, you actually have such culinary skills?" Ye Xiner asked in disbelief.
Hong Yuan smiled. "Heh, this is all thanks to the strength you give me, Xiner. Without you, how could I possibly make such delicious food? Go wash up; it's almost time to eat."
