Cheng Lang sighed again. If only Qin Mu's feelings for him were not so sincere. Then Cheng Lang would not feel so burdened when it came time to dump him.
But now—
Looking at Qin Mu's focused expression, with what seemed like an invisible fluffy tail wagging merrily behind him as he tried every possible way to please him, Cheng Lang shook his head and decided not to think about such troublesome matters for now. He should just enjoy the present. Maybe by the time the mission ended, Qin Mu would happen to have grown tired of this relationship too, and they could part on good terms and go their separate ways.
Cheng Lang thought optimistically. He responded to Qin Mu with even greater enthusiasm, which immediately delighted Qin Mu. He clung to him like some large animal.
The next morning, Cheng Lang was awakened by an enticing aroma.
Qin Mu had gotten up early, slipped quietly into the kitchen, and made shumai and congee with preserved egg and lean pork for Cheng Lang.
"You're awake?" Wearing an apron, Qin Mu turned back with a smile. Looking at Cheng Lang standing in the kitchen doorway, he said in a warm voice despite his expressionless face, "Breakfast will be ready soon. Go wash up first. Then we can eat."
Cheng Lang answered lazily. Warm winter sunlight streamed through the glass window, dyeing the entire kitchen a pale gold. The tall, slender man stood in the kitchen wearing an apron, his cold temperament softened by a trace of warmth. Cheng Lang's gaze lingered on Qin Mu, then he turned to wash up, thoroughly satisfied.
When he came out of the bathroom again, Qin Mu had finished making breakfast and set it on the table. The shumai, filled with fresh pork and glutinous