Qie Xieling’s waist was suddenly grabbed and his feet almost lifted off the ground. "Muchen, how the fuck are you this strong?" he said with a dumbfounded look on his face. He was taller and their body size was almost the same so how was it that he was always treated like a light paperweight?

"Give me that. You will have a tummy ache tomorrow if you keep eating that. They use too much artificial chilly," said Luo Muchen grabbing the bag with ease.

Qie Xieling turned around quickly and tried to grab it. The height advantage he had seemed to give him confidence but Luo Muchen wasn’t easy to deal with. He ended up distracted with something else and that was Luo Muchen’s chest pressed against him.

"What are you cooking?" he asked but his gaze was lingering on the chest muscles outlined underneath the t-shirt. He subconsciously reached out to squeeze those pectoral muscles fondling him like a certified groper.

"If you keep touching me like that I will press you down on the counter and bully you," said Luo Muchen the words coming out of his mouth so naturally that you would think he was used to this language.

Qie Xieling stepped back his hunger taking presidence. He was too starved to be fucked. He would probably pass out.

"Fine, I will be on the couch sulking," he said before turning to leave but his arm was grabbed and he was pulled back.

Luo Muchen kissed his forehead before saying, "Baby... I’m making spicy stir-fried noodles with vegetables and tofu for you. Now be good and wait for me to finish."

Qie Xieling, "..."

Who could say no after being called baby so affectionately? "Okay," he said and walked out of the kitchen reluctantly. He wanted to watch him working but he was especially obedient. Qie Xieling picked the spot on the couch where he could clearly see him with the slight tilt of his head.

Feet up he sat there like a husband with a nine-to-five job watching his housewife cook up a meal for him after work. Chauvinistic? Probably, but that’s what he felt right now.

Luo Muchen could clearly sense the man’s gaze coming from that direction. Eager to show off to his lover he expertly tossed the ingredients in the sizzling wok. The clattering sounds of the spatula against the pan accompanied by the soft hum of a love song playing in the background created a heartwarming atmosphere.

Qie Xieling’s eyes beamed as he watched his wrist skillfully move. Luo Muchen finally realised how easy it was to impress his lover.

Qie Xieling took out his new cell phone from his pocket and with a snap he sneakily took a picture of him cooking. Luo Muchen’s heightened sense of vigilance meant that he saw his actions and the corners of his lips quirked.

Qie Xieling thought his sneaky actions went unnoticed. With his tongue sticking out he opened his Weibo account and edited the image to blur out Luo Muchen’s face with a chrysanthemum flower sticker. He then started typing, erasing, retyping and re-erasing the caption.

After repeating the same thing thrice he finally wrote ’I feel like a spoilt princess. Love you babe’ and hit send.

Bo Ailun who was wondering when he could go back home was sitting in the bar across the street drinking an ice-cold beer when his cell phone which had been silent for hours made a sound.

He picked it up wondering who at this hour was making posts. He casually unlocked his cell phone thinking nothing of it.

After he saw what Qie Xieling had done he came out of his daze his eyes as wide as light bulbs. He rubbed his eyes several times but the caption remained the same.

"Shit....," he swore as he tried to exit the app and tell Qie Xieling to delete the post now before anyone saw it but he accidentally refreshed the page and the number that was ten views had drastically changed to a thousand. "No no no... don’t keep rising," he yelled at his cell phone but what was the point. His hands fumbled and he almost dropped his cell phone trying to exit the app.

He called Qie Xieling immediately but there was no answer. Qie Xieling was sitting at the small dinner table while slurping on the noodles his sweetheart made for him. Luo Muchen had carefully plated the steaming noodles and carried them to the dining table but who would have thought the food would be so good that he was ignored?

Luo Muchen kept glancing in his direction with an indiscernible smile on his face. It seemed Qie Xieling was more intrigued by the food in front of him than himself.

Qie Xieling had his head lowered completely absorbed in the delicious feast before him. His chopsticks danced eagerly between the noodles and vegetables, savouring each mouthwatering bite.

Luo Muchen playfully tapped his foot beneath the table, trying to divert his attention. Qie Xieling’s eyes flickered, and he raised his head, revealing lips stained with a glistening sheen of oil and a lone vegetable clinging to his cheek.

Luo Muchen’s heart skipped a beat as he observed the adorable sight before him. He felt the urge to kiss those lips savouring and tasting every inch of his mouth. He tried to conceal his amusement but couldn’t resist the urge to help him.

He whispered softly, "You have something on your face."

Confusion flickered across Qie Xieling’s face as he searched around with his finger for it. His brows furrowed, and he attempted to locate the elusive vegetable, unaware of his own charm.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Luo Muchen leaned forward, his fingers gently grasping Qie Xieling’s chair. With a swift motion, he pulled Qie Xieling closer, their faces mere inches apart. The warmth of their proximity sent a surge of electricity through Luo Muchen’s veins.

Their eyes locked he delicately brushed his thumb against Qie Xieling’s cheek, removing the stray vegetable. The touch was tender and intimate making Qie Xieling’s heart melt into a puddle.

A rosy blush blossomed on his cheeks, spreading like wildfire. Their closeness intensified and the atmosphere crackled with desire as their knees brushed against each other