***
As she was focused on cooking noodles, she felt someone blocking the doorway.
Turning around, she saw Qiao Chutian.
He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze locked on her, filled with deep affection and longing.
"Honey, you're awake?"
Mai Xiaomai, disregarding the noodles not yet cooked, put down the spoon, rushed over, and embraced his waist, throwing herself into his arms.
Familiar embrace, familiar breath, familiar heartbeat...
Qiao Chutian held her tightly, his large hand rubbing her back, then lowered his head searching for her lips...
The two, long separated, embraced passionately in the small kitchen.
Suddenly, they smelled something burning.
Mai Xiaomai, intoxicated by his fervent kiss, exclaimed in surprise, pushed him away, and hurried to turn off the stove, but the pot was already burnt.
The noodles had turned black and emitted a burnt smell.
"My noodles..."
Mai Xiaomai moaned in agony.
