Gu Yi’an was feeling stifled when Tan Jincheng’s voice sounded.
“I cooked something.
Do you want to eat?
I noticed you didn’t eat much dinner.”
Gu Yi’an was taken aback.
Tan Jincheng, cooking?
This sounded too unreliable.
After some thought, Gu Yi’an decided to go out and take a look.
However, she was only wearing a men’s shirt right now.
The shirt was long enough to cover her hips and even her thighs, but she wasn’t foolish enough to go out dressed like that.
It wasn’t testing a man’s willpower but tempting him to commit a crime!
After searching around, Gu Yi’an could only find a pair of sports shorts to put on.
For Tan Jincheng, those were shorts, but for Gu Yi’an, they were definitely three-quarter pants.
Okay, she looked quite unglamorous, but she didn’t need to worry about her appearance anyway.
She casually half-dried her hair without finding a comb, ran her fingers through it, and then opened the door to go out.
Tan Jincheng was standing at the door and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when he saw Gu Yi’an.
Gu Yi’an was wearing his shirt, with two buttons undone, revealing her exquisite and beautiful collarbone.
The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, exposing her lotus-like arms, and the shirt’s hem was tied in a knot at her waist, paired with…
sports shorts.
Her hair was naturally messy and draped over her shoulders, her face completely makeup-free.
He had to admit, this girl’s natural beauty was stunning, and her bare face looked extremely comfortable.
This outfit, although mismatched, gave Tan Jincheng a feeling of homeliness.
Indeed, some people looked good in both heavy and light makeup.
“The fridge was nearly empty, so I made some plain noodles.”
Tan Jincheng reached out and took Gu Yi’an by the wrist, leading her to sit at the dining table.
On the table were two bowls of plain noodles, garnished with finely chopped green onions, emanating a delicious aroma.
“Try it,” Tan Jincheng said with a smile, looking at her.
For some reason, Gu Yi’an suddenly felt a bit shy to look at Tan Jincheng.
She couldn’t reconcile the man in front of her with the overbearing Young Emperor everyone talked about.
They were clearly two completely different people!
The flavor of the noodles was very mild.
At dinner, she had chosen spicy dishes to suit Jing Si’s taste, and also, she felt uneasy eating with Tan Jincheng, so she didn’t eat much.
Now, she was indeed a little hungry.
Gu Yi’an had eaten half of her noodles when she looked up to see Tan Jincheng still calmly watching her, his bowl untouched.
She couldn’t help but blush, “You’re not eating?”
“Is it enough?” Tan Jincheng asked.
“Yes, I can’t eat much at night.”
After Gu Yi’an answered, Tan Jincheng finally started eating his noodles slowly.
Gu Yi’an was somewhat speechless; he was waiting to see if she had enough before eating himself?
Did she seem like she could eat a lot?
Maybe she had eaten too quickly just now because as soon as she stopped, she felt quite full.
Looking at the half bowl of noodles left, Gu Yi’an felt a bit helpless.
She didn’t like wasting food but couldn’t eat any more.
As a doctor, she knew very well that overeating at night could affect sleep quality.
“Can’t finish?” Tan Jincheng asked blandly.
Gu Yi’an nodded.
“Perfect, I’m still a bit hungry.”
Saying this, Tan Jincheng took her bowl without hesitation and started eating.
For a moment, Gu Yi’an was completely stunned.
Was this really the renowned Young Emperor of S City?
The man who instilled fear in many?
He was eating her leftovers!
For some reason, Gu Yi’an’s face felt like it was on fire.
This person…
how could he make such an intimate act seem so natural?
Back in school, whenever she and Lu Moran ate together, if there was something she didn’t like, Lu Moran would always eat it.
Anything she couldn’t finish would end up in Lu Moran’s stomach too.
How many years had it been since she had such an experience?
For a moment, Gu Yi’an was a bit at a loss.
After eating, Tan Jincheng stood up to clean the dishes, and Gu Yi’an suddenly snapped out of her daze, quickly standing, “I’ll do it.”
No way.
He had already cooked; she couldn’t let him wash the dishes too.
Besides, it was just dishes for two people, too simple.
Tan Jincheng didn’t say much, “You clean up.
Go to bed early.
I have some work to do.”
“Okay.”
Doctors often had a bit of OCD.
Not too extreme, but not nonexistent.
After cleaning the kitchen, Gu Yi’an glanced at the still brightly lit study and hesitated a moment before walking back to the master bedroom and locking the door.
Lying on the bed, Gu Yi’an thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but strangely, she slept until morning.
Yesterday’s clothes were already washed and dried in the machine.
She changed, stepping lightly out of the room.
Thinking Tan Jincheng would still be asleep after working late, she was surprised to find him busy in the kitchen the moment she walked out.
“You’re up?
Go wash up.
Breakfast will be ready soon.”
Tan Jincheng was wearing light gray loungewear, his hair slightly messy, cooking toast.
Seeing this version of Tan Jincheng, Gu Yi’an felt it was unreal.
In fact, this feeling of unreality had started last night.
She never imagined Tan Jincheng would do these things.
That year, she went to Yunnan with Lu Moran, renting a house there for a month.
Each morning, she loved to laze in bed while Lu Moran got up early, bought groceries, and made breakfast.
He could stand by the tiny stove for two hours just to cook porridge.
Gu Yi’an cherished this simple life deeply.
For that month, they shared a room at night, slept in the same bed, yet nothing happened – their relationship was innocent.
During the day, they wandered around like an ordinary couple, admiring the scenery.
Watching Tan Jincheng busy in the kitchen now, Gu Yi’an suddenly felt his image overlapping with the Lu Moran of her memories.
One morning, after making her a hearty breakfast, Lu Moran disappeared without a trace.
When she got up and saw breakfast, she was clueless and happily ate.
Only when cleaning the dishes did she find a note under a plate.
It simply read, “Sorry.”
How did she feel when she saw that note?
“Hungry?” Tan Jincheng had come up beside her without her noticing, “What are you thinking about?”
Gu Yi’an quickly shook her head and smiled, “Nothing.
You’re up so early.”
“Out of habit,” Tan Jincheng said, playfully pinching her cheek, “Come eat.
Tell me if you like it.
If not, we’ll switch to Chinese breakfast tomorrow.”
Bread, fried eggs, fruit salad, and milk.
A completely Western breakfast, completely different from the Chinese-style breakfasts Lu Moran used to make…