C54 (2/2)

He followed the scent to the kitchen and was stunned when he saw what he saw.

In the kitchen, with the morning sun shining brightly, Song Mo Ran was busy in front of the stove in a light curly-colored housedress. Although it was a very ordinary thing to do, even though it was filled with the smell of tea, rice, and salt, Song Mo Ran felt like he did something unearthly.

I saw that he was a little lost in thought and just stood there blankly behind him. He didn't turn around, but he seemed to have already guessed that I was standing at the door. ”Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said.

As though I had been exposed, I touched my hair, at a loss of what to do. I turned around and walked to the dining table to sit down. I used my hands to hold my flushed face, feeling extremely vexed.

To be discovered, what a shame.

Just as I was about to wipe my neck, Song Mo Ran walked out with a bowl of lean meat porridge and looked at Song Mo Ran who placed a bowl in front of me. I couldn't help but blink my eyes and ask, ”Did you really do this?”

Sure enough, Song Mo Ran's expression darkened immediately as he said in a deep voice, ”If it wasn't me, could it be you?”

He stuck out his tongue and recalled that Song Mo Ran's cooking skills were usually dark food dishes … Under his intimidating gaze, I picked up the spoon and carefully scooped a spoonful into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a flash of anticipation in Song Mo Ran's eyes as the warm congee slid down his throat to his empty stomach. A sweet and blissful feeling emanated from within.

”Did you register for some cooking class?” I said, looking at him with a hint of disbelief.

The corner of Song Mo Ran's mouth twitched as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and said with a face full of pride, ”This is innate talent.”

He lowered his head to take another bite of the porridge and rolled his eyes silently as he mumbled, ”Song Mo Ran still has such a shameless side to him.”

”Little girl, what are you talking about?” Song Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and looked at me suspiciously.

I shook my head like a rattle and said, ”It's nothing.”

Song Mo Ran stood up and walked to my side with a meaningful smile on his face. He used his thumb to wipe the rice grains on the corner of my mouth and said, ”Eat it, I'll send you to school.”

His eyes were wide open as he looked at Song Mo Ran. His heart seemed to stop beating at any moment as if he had been drugged. He nodded dumbly.

Song Mo Ran looked at me in satisfaction before leaving.

After eating breakfast, I carried my backpack and followed behind Song Mo Ran, who had at some point changed into a silver suit. I obediently followed him out.

Song Mo Ran and I sat side by side as we nervously tugged at the corners of our clothes. When we opened the car window, a cool breeze blew in and brushed against the strands of hair on my forehead. Only then did I quietly heave a sigh of relief.

Song Mo Ran closed his eyes and dozed off, but his hand slowly moved over and gently held my right hand. His ice-cold fingertip made contact with my slightly burning skin. His ten fingers were clenched tightly, and beads of sweat dripped from his palms.