So, for someone with Shen Xingchen's intelligence, learning to cook isn't difficult.
"Uncle, have a taste." Shen Xingchen bent down in front of Shen Li, her face full of anticipation, hoping Shen Li would give her a good review.
Shen Xingchen's sparkling eyes infected Shen Li as well.
Early in the morning, feeling especially good and relaxed.
Looking at Shen Xingchen's eyes and her smiling mouth, Shen Li didn't pick up the chopsticks but instead raised his hand to clasp the back of Shen Xingchen's neck, pulling her in for a kiss.
Since coming back home this time, for some reason, Shen Li had become much more proactive with Shen Xingchen.
He didn't even need Shen Xingchen to flirt with him; he couldn't help wanting to be close to her, kiss her, hug her.
Shen Li's sudden kiss left Shen Xingchen slightly surprised.
