After six in the evening, Ye Chenxi returned to Jiang Hai's villa.
As he pushed the door open, a fragrant aroma of home-cooked dishes greeted him immediately.
Ye Chenxi was delighted, stepped into the entryway to change his shoes, and then walked lightly towards the kitchen.
He hadn't expected she'd return early today and even bought ingredients to cook.
To be honest, with her here, this place increasingly felt like home.
Standing at the kitchen door, he saw the busy little woman inside, apron tied around her waist, skillfully stir-frying the dishes.
His steps were still light as he walked over and gently embraced her from behind.
His firm chin rested on her fragrant shoulder; closing his eyes, he greedily inhaled the enticing scent of her shampooed hair.
Tang Fei's body stiffened for a moment, but knowing it was him, she calmed herself and relaxed.
It wasn't the first time they hugged; if she got nervous every time, it would seem overly pretentious.
