"You’re the one who ate it." Qin Shaobai smiled slyly and pulled back the fork, continuing to cut the steak for Qi Jingren. He always seemed this way in front of her—either teasing her occasionally or doing everything for her, including feeding her.

After feeding Qi Jingren the steak, Qin Shaobai shamelessly leaned forward and said mischievously, "Given how hard I’ve tried, shouldn’t you give me something in return?"

"Sure." Qi Jingren stood up, picked up the plate, and walked towards the kitchen, saying, "For all your efforts, I’ll tidy up the mess for you."

Qin Shaobai followed her in. As she reached the stove, he quickly closed the gap, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder, tilting his head to look at her profile. "How could I let you do such rough work?"

Qi Jingren glanced at him casually and said, "Then you do it."

Saying that, she set down the plate in her hand, and pried apart the hands on her waist, pushing him away from in front of her.

"I’m going to watch TV."

Qi Jingren turned to leave the kitchen, but Qin Shaobai grabbed her hand, pulling her forcefully into his arms.

"Hey,..."

Before Qi Jingren finished speaking, she was pushed into a corner of the kitchen, her back against the wall while he pressed against her body.

Qi Jingren looked up at him, still appearing calm and composed, "Qin Shaobai, you’re not going to say you want to kiss me here, are you?"

"Hmm, you said it right." Qin Shaobai had restrained this impulse for a long time, never finding the right opportunity. Although the kitchen was not the most romantic place, being with the person you love made every place the same.

"But my aunt is here." Qi Jingren replied openly.

"It’s just a kiss, it has nothing to do with your aunt." As a seasoned player in love, Qin Shaobai understood this kind of ’aunt’ thing very well.

"How does it not?" Qi Jingwen said, "Dry wood meeting fire, it’s hard not to have something happen. A kiss is a small matter, but if it leads to an all-out battle because we can’t hold back, that wouldn’t be good."

"Qi Jingren." Qin Shaobai narrowed his eyes slightly, using his long fingers to tap her head, "What exactly is inside here?"

"You." Qi Jingren answered straightforwardly.

Qin Shaobai raised an eyebrow at her, "How did I end up liking such a tomboy like you?"

Qi Jingren slightly tilted her head back against the wall, facing him directly, "How did I end up fancying such a brute like you?"

Qin Shaobai: "..."

Qi Jingren was his first and only opponent, because he never knew what methods to use to deal with her.

"Are we kissing or not?" Qi Jingren said, "If not, let me go."

Qin Shaobai looked at her deeply, then without another word, he kissed her lips, using the simplest and most direct manner to pry open her lips and teeth, making his way in.

Qi Jingren raised her hand to hook around his neck, closed her eyes, and responded to him.

Kissing was something Qi Jingren had little practical experience with, but working in a complicated place like the nightclub, she had seen plenty and learned various experiences from different people, so her movements weren’t rusty.