But Zhan Qipei did not speak. His dark eyes deepened, for what he truly hoped for was that Qiao Jing would let him take responsibility, binding him to her side for life would be perfect.
"Thank you for the porridge."
Qiao Jing got up and returned to her room. She took off the clothes Zhan Qipei had prepared for her and changed into her usual T-shirt and jeans.
She took out a box of birth control pills from her pocket, glanced at the instructions casually and then put it back in her pocket before leaving the room.
Qiao Jing did not see Zhan Qipei in the living room, but she did not mind and was ready to go to the kitchen to pour some water to take her medication.
"Qiao Jing?"
Zhan Qipei, wearing an apron, his hand that usually held a pen was now clutching a spatula, and what was in the pot was...
A lump of something pitch black.
Qiao Jing could not recognize what the original ingredients were. She was somewhat surprised. Zhan Qipei actually cooking himself?