"There are only the two of us in this room," Gu Liancheng said without needing to confirm that it was indeed her, responding, "You're up? I thought you'd sleep a bit longer; the porridge isn't ready yet."
"Are you making porridge for me?"
"You drank a bit last night. Even though it wasn't much, you can't really handle your liquor. It's better to have some porridge in the morning. I specifically asked Aunt Fang for the recipe for lamb porridge. It should taste like hers, warming for the stomach."
Eleven walked to the kitchen doorway and leaned against the wall, watching him, and muttered, "Do you know how handsome a man looks when he's busy in the kitchen?"
The two of them appeared to have no barriers between them, even after a meeting like last night's.
It seemed as though whatever happened outside didn't concern them, even the frenzy on social media had nothing to do with them.
