Shen Weiyi suddenly felt restless and got up to go to the kitchen.
Sheng Ting was frying a steak, which was almost done at this point, crunchy on the outside and tender inside, with a fragrance that beckoned straight to one's nose.
Seeing Shen Weiyi, he smiled and said, "Are you hungry? It'll be ready soon."
As his words fell, a warmth pressed against his back, and Shen Weiyi hugged him around the waist from behind.
Sheng Ting paused in his steak-flipping, turned around, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just feel incredibly lucky." Such a wonderful boyfriend, and she had stumbled upon him.
Seeing Sheng Ting still looking at her, she couldn't help but poke her finger into the soft flesh around his waist, reminding him, "You should turn it over, don't let my steak overcook."
Sheng Ting couldn't help but grin, who had suddenly appeared and disturbed his concentration?
