Liu Erlong picked up her chopsticks and tasted a bite of porridge. The rice was soft and sticky, cooked to perfection.
She picked up some side dishes as well. They were crisp and refreshing, with just the right amount of salt.
"Not bad." She praised it from the heart.
Dai Chengfeng smiled. "I'm glad you like it."
The two ate breakfast in silence, occasionally exchanging a few words. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
After the meal, Dai Chengfeng rose to clear the dishes, and Liu Erlong stood up to help him.
"I'll wash them," she said.
"Together." Dai Chengfeng did not let her do it alone, so the two stood together before the sink—one washing and the other rinsing.
Liu Erlong lowered her head as she washed the dishes. Suddenly, she felt Dai Chengfeng approach from behind, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
"Erlong." He called her name softly, a smile in his voice.
"What are you doing?" Liu Erlong kept moving her hands, but her ears quietly reddened.
Dai Chengfeng wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and gently rested his chin on her shoulder. "Nothing. I just wanted to hold you."
His arms were strong and sturdy, and his chest pressed tightly against her back. Through the thin fabric of their clothes, Liu Erlong could clearly feel his body temperature. She tried to pull away, but he only held her tighter.
"Stop fooling around. I'm washing dishes."
She lightly scolded him, but there was little reproach in her voice.
"You wash yours, and I'll hold mine."
Dai Chengfeng shamelessly refused to let go. He even deliberately rubbed lightly against her neck, his warm breath making Liu Erlong shiver.
"Dai Chengfeng!"
Liu Erlong gritted her teeth and lightly jabbed him backward with her elbow.
Dai Chengfeng