The man’s lips involuntarily curved slightly. He tread lightly toward the bedside, looking down at her from above. He saw that she had pulled the quilt high, almost completely covering her face. Doesn’t this feel suffocating? The man reached out, pulling the quilt down a bit from her body. His gaze fell on her thin and pale cheeks in the next moment. Her breathing was even, seemingly asleep. Her dense eyelashes resembled two small brushes, often fluttering when she spoke, tickling one’s heart, but at this moment, they were quiet. Yixiu couldn’t help but reach out, his long fingers gently stroking Lin Yixun’s cheek, feeling as smooth and delicate as he had imagined. His fingers moved downward, finally arriving at her lips. Her lips were not as alluring as other women’s, somewhat pale, but even so, they still made him bend down involuntarily. Just as the man’s lips were about to touch Lin Yixun’s, her cheek suddenly turned to the side, leaving his cold kiss to fall on her cheek. He raised his eyes and cast a deep glance at Lin Yixun, instantly realizing that she wasn’t asleep after all. He let out a bitter smile, but didn’t expose her, slowly standing up and turning to leave the master bedroom. Hearing the door close, Lin Yixun immediately opened her eyes. She reached out and rubbed the spot Yixiu had kissed, her expression complex. What did Yixiu mean by doing that? How could the dignified head of the Leng’s family steal a kiss? After such an ordeal, Lin Yixun could no longer sleep. She called her mother and then lazed in bed for several hours until her back and waist ached, finally deciding to get up and go downstairs. As soon as she entered the living room downstairs, Lin Yixun was drawn by the aroma of food. Her stomach began a hollow protest; only then did she remember that she had hardly eaten since yesterday due to the travel and Yixiu’s presence. Lin Yixun walked into the kitchen, wanting to find something to eat first, but was surprised to see Yixiu’s figure bustling in the kitchen. She was somewhat astonished; Yixiu was actually cooking himself? She had never known that a person like Yixiu would actually enter the kitchen. She instinctively glanced at the dishes in the pot, expecting steak or something, but found the most ordinary homemade dishes instead. Judging by their appearance, they seemed quite good. The man seemed to have grown eyes at the back of his head; despite facing away from her, he knew she had entered the kitchen. He asked, "Hungry?" Follow current novels on novel⸺fire.net "Why are you here?" Lin Yixun answered with a question, considering it normal in Yixiu’s status to have a chef here. "You want to ask why I’m cooking myself?" Seeing that Lin Yixun remained silent, the man assumed she acquiesced and said in a deep voice, "Western food is never as tasty as Chinese food. Even if some chefs can cook Chinese food, what they make isn’t authentic. It’s better to do it yourself, especially when free." Lin Yixun rolled her eyes, wondering if Yixiu’s dishes tasted better than those made by high-end chefs. Her disdainful expression was caught by the man who turned around at that moment, and for the first time, Yixiu saw such a comical expression on Lin Yixun’s face. He couldn’t help but curve his lips in a good mood, picking up a slice of meat with chopsticks, bringing it to Lin Yixun’s lips, asking, "Want to try?" Lin Yixun lowered her eyes and glanced at the delicious meat slice, then looked up at Yixiu, only to see that his eyes were filled with laughter, inexplicably gentle.