As night deepened, Yan Luoluo pushed open the door to her home.
A savory aroma wafted from the kitchen—something that, just a few months ago, would have sounded like sheer fantasy.
Xingyuan poked his head out of the kitchen, wearing an apron with a small smudge of soy sauce on his cheek. "Xiao Luoluo, wash your hands for dinner!"
Chapter 164