Tifa stood in the spacious kitchen as sunlight streamed through the half-open window, falling across her in dappled patterns and adding a touch of warmth and romance to the ordinary morning.
Her hands moved with practiced skill, marinating carefully selected slabs of pork belly to perfection beneath her nimble fingertips. It was Chang Wei's favorite—Honey Glazed Roast Meat, Char Siu.
The kitchen was filled with an enticing fragrance, a blend of honey, soy sauce, and various spices that made one's mouth water.
Tifa's long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, with a few strands falling by her cheeks and swaying gently with her movements, giving off a faint, pleasant scent.
Her gaze was focused and gentle, as though all her love had been poured into the dish that was about to be finished.
Just then, an unexpected touch shattered the peace.
A pair of warm, strong hands gently wrapped around Tifa's waist from behind, drawing her entirely into a familiar embrace.
Tifa's heart began racing uncontrollably, and a flush rose to her face. Yet she did not stop what she was doing. She merely tilted her head slightly and said in a mildly reproachful but utterly indulgent tone, "I'm busy. Stop fooling around."
Chang Wei pressed his face against Tifa's back and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to draw every trace of the fragrance in her hair into his body. To him, that scent was more alluring than any expensive perfume.
His eyes were filled with love and longing, a deep attachment to Tifa and an unwillingness to part from her.
"What is it? Didn't we just wake up together this morning?"
Though Tifa was puzzled, her tone was full of tenderness. She did not dislike Chang Wei's behavior. On the contrary, she found it a happy