She went to make coffee; the brewing time and ingredients were just right.
Wan Donglin held the coffee cup and, even before taking a sip, praised her lavishly, "Xixi, the coffee and tea you make always taste better than anything from outside. I truly don't know why."
She smiled sweetly. "Well, it's because I'm pretty."
He burst out laughing and pulled her into a tight hug.
In that moment, a quiet stillness fell between them. He liked this tone of hers, this attitude. It was as if he was slowly finding his way back to those tender, coquettish, and enchanting times.
His breathing grew heavy. She clearly knew what that meant and said softly, "I'll go take a shower first."
"I'll join you."
She pressed a hand against him. "Be good and wait for me here."
Laughing, he let her go.
