At this moment, she heard Mo Junhao's lazy laughter coming from above her head. His voice was still very seductive and magnetic, and he said:

"It doesn't matter, I will do it."

He stretched out his hand and naturally put it on her slightly bony shoulders, and raised his thin lips: "Sit on the sofa and wait, I will cook it for you."

The natural tone full of endearment, accompanied by a sentence that seemed ordinary, hit Han Zhiqing hard in the chest.

How long had it been since anyone had said something like this to her?

I'll cook it for you to eat...

In fact, this is such a common sentence, but to Han Zhiqing's ears, it is the most luxurious desire deep in her heart.

Turning her eyes towards Mo Junhao's gentle blue eyes, her eyes were filled with mixed emotions.

After being stunned for a moment, she turned around and walked towards the living room without saying anything.

Mo Junhao withdrew his eyes from her cold back, turned back to the kitchen stove in a good mood, took out the cooking ingredients, and cooked so skillfully that the people in the living room didn't want to pay attention to him, but they couldn't help but do it.

Notice the flash of surprise in Han Zhiqing's eyes.

At this time, Mo Junhao's skillful movements were completely inconsistent with his status as the eldest young master of the Mo family. Instead, he looked like a top chef with many years of working experience in a star-rated hotel. All the ingredients were in his hands.

The upper part was manipulated with ease, the movements were neat, and everything was done in one go.

At this moment, this kitchen, which had always been just a decoration but without much life, actually gained a warm welcome and gained its true value as a kitchen.

Han Zhiqing's gaze lingered greedily on Mo Junhao's tall and tall back and she forgot to move away. It was not until Mo Junhao put everything into the rice cooker and turned around that he saw those smiling eyes.

The blue eyes suddenly brought her back to reality.

Under Mo Junhao's smiling gaze, he unnaturally looked away.

Mo Junhao walked towards her with a smile and sat down next to her. Feeling his approaching breath, Han Zhiqing subconsciously moved her body to the side and heard Mo Junhao say:

"I'll cook whatever you want to eat in the future. Don't eat those nutritious instant noodles again."

The domineering tone, but the natural intimacy made Han Zhiqing's originally nervous body freeze for a moment.

She could always find something in Mo Junhao that she had lost for many years, the feeling of home.

Her heart suddenly became a little tight, and she didn't want Mo Junhao to touch the deeply buried area in her heart again and again, but she was always easily provoked by Mo Junhao again and again.

The more this happened, the panic in her heart that the originally well-protected protective layer was instantly destroyed made her subconsciously want to avoid Mo Junhao.

She could not let anyone touch the world that belonged only to her. Her Han Zhiqing's world could no longer tolerate anyone, especially Mo Junhao, a dangerous man who was difficult for anyone to control.

He raised his eyes and looked firmly into Mo Junhao's gentle blue eyes. The originally gentle chestnut eyes were instantly tainted with a cold and distant atmosphere.

"No need, I still like to eat instant noodles."

A cold reply made Mo Junhao's smiling eyes instantly turn cold, and a look of displeasure crept onto his face.

"Do you always like to confront me like this?"
Chapter completed!