"Hmm, you don’t look good in anything, it looks even better not to wear anything!"
Qin Qin raised her hand to stop his movement, her beautiful eyes looking at him, her delicate lips parting slightly, "Mo Yunchen, I want to dance with you."
Mo Yunchen looked deeply at Qin Qin, his left hand taking her right and placing it on his waist, their hands interlocking.
There was no music, only the howling wind outside to accompany them.
Watching her bare feet on the carpet, Mo Yunchen’s brows furrowed deeply, he picked Qin Qin up by the waist, her slender and petite feet stepping onto his large ones, dancing in the dim light.
Their dance was beautiful, they spun around in the room, bending over, his eyes never leaving her, and her beautiful eyes never leaving him.
At that moment, she wished it could last forever.
After a long while, Qin Qin’s increasingly charming and clear voice echoed in the dim room.
"Mo Yunchen, I love you!"
"I love you too, Qinqin!"
Mo Yunchen’s voice followed, magnetic with a husky and seductive quality, intoxicating.
That night, after Mo Yunchen fell into a deep sleep, Qin Qin opened her eyes and watched him in the dim light, her eyes filled with deep affection and complexity.
"Mo Yunchen, I would rather die than let you die."
If she truly had a deadly fate, she intended to finish all she needed to do before her death.
The next day, Qin Qin got up early, making the most perfect breakfast under the guidance of the chef she had ever managed.
Mo Yunchen came down from upstairs, headed to the kitchen, and watched Qin Qin busying herself; his eyes were gentle. The chef consciously left the kitchen, giving them space.
Once the chef left, Mo Yunchen stepped forward and grabbed Qin Qin’s hand, "Didn’t I say you’re not allowed in the kitchen?"
Qin Qin turned around with a smile to face Mo Yunchen, "Are you afraid that the breakfast I make won’t suit your taste? Try it first, I think I’ve made a lot of progress."
Picking up a freshly baked small piece of bread, she stuffed it into Mo Yunchen’s mouth. He nodded slightly and kissed her forehead, "It’s delicious."
Qin Qin lifted her head proudly, "See, so from now on you’re not allowed to stop me from entering the kitchen. I’m your wife, isn’t it right for a wife to prepare breakfast for her husband?"
Mo Yunchen held Qin Qin’s hand, the corners of his lips rising, "I didn’t marry you to have you do these things, but for you to enjoy my affection. We have servants at home for these tasks; it pains me to see you do them, you know?"
Qin Qin lifted the corners of her bright lips, casting a coquettish glance at Mo Yunchen, "I find you’re getting more and more glib! Let me go quickly, I haven’t made the eggs yet!"
Mo Yunchen rolled up his sleeves, allowing Qin Qin to tie an apron on him, and went to the kitchen to fry eggs skillfully.
Qin Qin stood behind him, watching his proficient movements. Even doing these mundane tasks, his movements were still elegant and distinguished, as if he were performing some grand affair.
The corners of her lips remained lifted, her gaze complex, a fleeting pain and bitterness causing her to close her eyes, until he turned around, then she stepped forward with a plate to hand to him.
They had breakfast until Qin Qin felt slightly full.
Mo Yunchen had been staying at home with her all these days, never stepping foot into Mo Corporation, perhaps knowing his time was short and wanting to stay by her side.
After breakfast, Mo Yunchen entered the study to start an overseas video call.
Qin Qin prepared some pastries and Spiritual Tea and entered the study, Mo Yunchen was just ending a call. Seeing Qin Qin stand up, he smiled slightly and stood up, but at that moment, felt a darkness before his eyes, his right hand supporting himself against the edge of the desk. Qin Qin’s hand, holding the tray, tightened. She saw his hand gripping the desk edge. Could it be the poison from the Heavenly Heart Grass acting up?!
Qin Qin bit her lower lip, pretending not to notice, stepped forward, "Tired, huh? Have some food, drink some Spiritual Tea."
Mo Yunchen nodded, blinking away the darkness from his vision, and sat down to eat the pastries prepared by Qin Qin.
Hiding her emotions, Qin Qin’s voice sounded somewhat subdued.
Mo Yunchen swallowed the last piece of pastry, his fists tightening on the table, "Qinqin, go get me some more pastries."
Qin Qin looked at Mo Yunchen, her nose tingling slightly; she knew he was sending her away.
She said with difficulty, turning to leave. At that moment, there came the sound of something shattering on the floor from behind her.
Qin Qin turned in alarm.
Mo Yunchen lay back in his leather chair with his eyes closed, the shattered teacup on the floor in front of him.