He was immersed in his own sweet smile and couldn't help himself. Between his brows and eyes, there was always a hint of pampering and tenderness that could not be ignored.

After Han Zhiqing closed the door, she suddenly laughed out loud while leaning against the door.

"That scoundrel..."

Thinking of him pretending to be pitiful towards her, her eyes were filled with smiles.

She never thought that the relationship between herself and Mo Junhao would develop to this point, to the point where she could take off all her defenses for him again and again.

Gradually, I began to trust him.

He walked to the cabinet, took out the clothes he had packed out of the luggage bag, put them on before walking out.

When he walked to the living room, he saw that Mo Junhao had already changed his clothes and was doing something in the kitchen.

Before coming here, she heard from Mo Junhao that he had asked the hourly worker to buy him some cooking materials and store them in the refrigerator early in the morning, so she didn't find it strange to see him in the kitchen now.

When he saw her coming out, he was almost busy with what he was doing.

"Have you changed your clothes?"

He glanced at her chest evilly, and received Han Zhiqing's displeased gaze.

He retracted his gaze decisively and wisely, took Han Zhiqing's hand with a smile, and walked towards the dining table:

"Are you hungry? Come here and eat something first."

"Um."

Han Zhiqing nodded, walked to the dining table and sat down. Looking at the meal that Mo Junhao had prepared for her early in the morning, her saliva oozed out involuntarily.

He had to admit that there were many things about Mo Junhao that attracted him, and this master-level cooking skill was one of them.

I remember Zijin told her that if you want to capture someone's heart, you must first capture their stomach.

This sentence should apply to both men and women.

Didn't Mo Junhao's cooking skills grasp her stomach tightly, and then her heart slowly moved closer to him?

As she thought about it, the smile in her eyes couldn't help but creep onto her cheeks.

"What did you think of that makes you so happy?"

Mo Junhao's face came close to hers at some point, and she was so shocked that she suddenly came back to her senses.

Looking at him, he said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"I'm wondering how many girls you've deceived because you're so good at cooking."

When Mo Junhao heard her question, he chuckled, then sat down on the dining chair next to her, pretending to think seriously:

"Hmm... let me think about how many have I lied to?"

Seeing that he was really counting with his fingers, Han Zhiqing's eyes inadvertently showed a small look of concern.

Although she had already guessed that there were countless girls around him, she couldn't help but feel concerned when she thought that there were other girls who had eaten the food he cooked.
Chapter completed!