Jiang Tong murmured a response and soon fell soundly asleep in Bao Nan’s embrace.
He was the one who carried her home, watching her sleep peacefully in bed.
Bao Nan smiled softly, his cold eyes softened with affection, and after kissing her forehead, he turned to take a shower.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Jiang Tong, sensitive to certain sounds, was naturally awakened.
She climbed out of bed with sleepy eyes, her loose-fitting blue shirt wrinkled.
Sitting at the bedside thinking for a while, Jiang Tong slowly got up and rummaged through her briefcase on the nightstand for the keys.
She planned to first go to her own apartment opposite to get the clothes and toiletries she needed for tomorrow.
No one was in the apartment at this time.
Xia Qiao probably took Jiang Zirui out somewhere, those two are like a match made in heaven, both shirking their responsibilities.
After gathering her clothes, Jiang Tong returned to Bao Nan’s apartment. He hadn’t finished showering yet, but the water had stopped; he must be coming out soon.
Thinking about how he hadn’t properly eaten all day and now had a stomach ulcer.
Jiang Tong walked into his kitchen and started rummaging through the fridge to see if she could make him some porridge or something.
The layout of the two apartments was identical, so she knew easily where to find the food.
Having prepared the ingredients, Jiang Tong started the pot, planning to make Bao Nan a bowl of meat porridge to nourish him.
She leaned against the stove, humming a little tune.
Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind, bringing with them the fresh scent of shower gel.
Under the range hood, Bao Nan’s face was illuminated, and Jiang Tong chuckled softly, "Have you finished your shower?"
Bao Nan rested his chin on the top of her head; lately, he seemed to very much enjoy holding her like this.
He lightly pinched Jiang Tong’s face with his fingers, "Yes, finished, came out to see what you were up to."
"Making porridge for my boyfriend." Jiang Tong smiled, showing two little tiger teeth, "What do you think? Isn’t your girlfriend the perfect domestic goddess?"
Seeing her so pleased with herself, Bao Nan chuckled softly, "Yes indeed, I’m honored."
"Mhm." Being praised by him, Jiang Tong was very happy, "Alright, you go wait in the living room first, I’ll bring the porridge out soon."
"Okay."
After speaking, Bao Nan actually left the kitchen and obediently sat in the living room waiting for Jiang Tong.
"..."
Shortly after, Jiang Tong came out carrying the steaming hot meat porridge.
She quickly placed the porridge on the table, pulling her hand back after getting burned.
Bao Nan watched her, his cold eyes flickering, his figure swaying slightly.
"Eat up while it’s hot, it’s not good for your stomach if it gets cold."
Jiang Tong sat beside him, ladling the porridge into a small bowl and handing it to him.
The small bowl made it easy for the porridge to cool, requiring only a quick stir.
Bao Nan didn’t touch the porridge on the table but instead directly grasped Jiang Tong’s hand, spreading her fingers, showing the redness from the hot porridge.
He frowned slightly and lowered his head, blowing gently on her fingertips.
The warm air softly brushed her fingertips, making Jiang Tong slightly confused, "What’s wrong? It’s not that delicate, no need for this."
Bao Nan said nothing, continuing to blow softly on her fingertips.
After a moment, he lifted his head, his face filled with concern.
"Tongtong, don’t cook anymore, alright? I can do it, it’s not good to burn your hands."
Who said she wasn’t delicate? His Tongtong was the most precious in the whole world.
Such tiring chores ought to be done by him from now on.
Hearing this, Jiang Tong was somewhat bemused, "Really, it’s nothing..."