After my bath, we sat next to each other at the dining table, plates neatly arranged before us. Su Ye insisted on calling it breakfast, though the sun outside made it very clear that this was lunch pretending to be something else.
The afternoon light streamed in through the windows, bright and warm, wrapping the room in a lazy comfort that made time feel slower than usual. I took a bite of the food and sighed inwardly.
As expected, it was perfect.
I really didn't know how it was fair for one man to be this good at everything. Without realizing it, my gaze drifted sideways—to the man sitting beside me.
Su Ye was eating calmly, his movements unhurried, relaxed in a way that came naturally to him. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms, his posture casual yet composed.
