The two of them played around on the sofa for a while.
Tang Song finally let go of her flushed little face, pinched her perky little nose, "Okay, that's enough. Come with me to make breakfast, little maid."
"I'm not..." Xu Qing reflexively retorted, but under Tang Song's playful gaze, her voice grew quieter and reluctantly, she got off the sofa and followed him to the open kitchen.
Jing and Wen Ruan had both "exhausted" themselves last night, and it was evident that they needed to sleep a bit longer.
In the spacious and bright kitchen, the two began preparing breakfast together.
Xu Qing, wearing an apron, was in charge of washing vegetables and cutting fruit, while Tang Song took care of frying eggs and heating milk.
The sky gradually brightened, sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and a warm atmosphere between them.
