Miaomiao sat on the sofa. She had originally planned to use this time to review her schoolwork or something, but her mind was entirely consumed by the thought of Ansheng cooking for her.
Unable to absorb a single shred of knowledge, she had no choice but to sit back down on the sofa, hugging a throw pillow while swinging her slender, fair legs back and forth.
Clattering sounds drifted from the kitchen. Ansheng had already started cooking—and he was cooking for her! For the very first time!
Chapter 92