Jiang Zhaohe stayed at the house with Wenzhi and Xinyuan for the rest of the day, and somehow the entire place felt louder with her around. Livelier. More chaotic.
Xinyuan noticed very quickly that she and Wenzhi fell into rhythm with each other far too easily despite not actually having much in common.
And he hated how much it bothered him.
He was jealous. Very jealous.
His face scrunched as he leaned against the kitchen entrance, silently watching the two of them over the counter while Wenzhi explained what ingredients were supposed to go into the food and what absolutely should not.
Jiang Zhaohe was dressed casually in a tank top, her dark hair tied into a messy bun while fascination lit up her sharp eyes as she watched Wenzhi work the dough with practiced ease.
Wenzhi looked unfairly good while cooking. He looked too comfortable. Too relaxed. Too focused on someone that wasn't him.
Xinyuan's eyes narrowed.
