Where exactly did she put her things?
Her nose was filled with his scent. In the wardrobe, eighty percent were his clothes, all carrying his fragrance. Because of this, he often remarked that she didn't have enough clothes.
Meanwhile, Mr. Yao got up early this morning with the intention of making breakfast for his wife. Breakfast shouldn't be difficult to make, needing no fancy tricks. Just thaw the frozen baozi and steam them in the steamer, then make two cups of milk, his specialty.
After getting all this done, he washed his hands and turned around to call his wife to get up.
Wanting to surprise his wife, he tiptoed back to the bedroom, only to find the bedcovers tossed aside, with no one in sight, but rather a glimpse of spring scenery leaking from underneath the half-open wardrobe.
His heart was instantly stirred into a fluster, and he took a deep breath, walked over, and asked, "What are you looking for, Jiayin? Did you drop something on the floor?"
