In the room:
Gu Xiran looked at Qin Jin, whose gaze was complicated as he looked at her. Her heart felt warm, but her eyes were moist.
Qin Jin, this time, no matter what, I can't leave you.
Gu Xiran knew that Qin Jin was proud and reserved, and some words would never come out of his mouth, so she didn't want to make it difficult for him.
"I seem to be a bit hungry... I want to eat instant noodles... How about you cook some for me?"
"These contain a lot of preservatives and can't be eaten."
Gu Xiran: "..."
The familiar neatness and decisiveness of the man were not unfamiliar at all.
Gu Xiran suppressed the smile at the corner of her lips and nodded earnestly.
"Then how about making a bowl of scallion oil noodles? What do you think?"
"Okay."
Qin Jin hesitated, then looked at the woman with her moist, beautiful eyes and voluntarily rolled up his sleeves, heading towards the kitchen.
