Yin Xueyang felt as if she were dreaming.
This little bastard, since when did he become so caring?
But indeed, she could feel it now.
Deep inside Li Zhiyan's heart, he genuinely liked her and sincerely cared for her.
"This child..."
She slowly lay down; Yin Xueyang was genuinely feeling a bit sleepy at this moment.
...
He stir-fried a plate of egg fried rice.
Li Zhiyan took out two spoons and placed the egg fried rice on the dining table.
Li Zhiyan then walked over to where Yin Xueyang, who was already in light sleep, was lying.
He gazed at her alluring, mature face.
Li Zhiyan gently stroked her fair, smooth skin.
Soon, Yin Xueyang opened her eyes.
"Aunt Yin."
"Dinner's ready, egg fried rice."
"Let's eat together."
Yin Xueyang sat up and followed Li Zhiyan to the dining table.
"You only prepared one plate?"
"Yeah, since it's just the two of us, eating together like this feels sweeter."
