"Mm, eat below..." His voice deepened with restrained desire as he bit her lip.
So she thought he wanted to eat the noodles she made, but what he really cared about was eating *her*.
In the end, Yan Qingruo never made it to the kitchen; instead, she was so exhausted that she could barely move. It was Chen Qianmo who took care of her with a warm towel until she fell asleep, weary and drowsy.
"Sleep," he whispered, kissing her eyelids.
She tried to struggle up, her voice soft, "Oh no, you're still hungry..."
"No, I've already eaten my fill." Chen Qianmo encircled her in his arms, letting her drift off to sleep comfortably.
Yan Qingruo's mind was foggy, wondering, she hadn't made it to the kitchen, so how could he have eaten his fill?
But she was really too tired, and before she could finish the thought, she had already fallen asleep.