Zhixi blushed slightly from his words, but her tone was not about to show weakness, "I still have a temper."
He laughed softly and kissed her forehead, "Yes, I know that now."
"Do you like it then?" she asked cautiously. "I remember you once said you'd like me no matter what."
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow and nodded, "That's right. In bed, I like whatever style or position you're in."
Zhixi bit the back of his hand in irritation!
"Is that... a hint?" His voice grew husky, his gaze intense as he looked at her.
Zhixi quickly let go of his hand, pointing at the boiling pot, "That... the noodles are almost ready!"
...
He Jingyao placed a bowl of attractive-looking noodles in front of her, handing her a pair of chopsticks, "Eat up."
Zhixi held the chopsticks, her face still bearing an incredulous dumb look.
He Jingyao ruffled her hair, "There's nothing your man can't handle, cooking included."
