Hearing the door open, Jiang Chiyan looked up and met Xiao Cheng's gaze, his whole body stiffening.
Xiao Cheng walked up to Jiang Chiyan and asked hoarsely, "Yanyan, do you want to take it off?"
Jiang Chiyan gave a casual smile and leaned closer to Xiao Cheng, whose face was reflected in his foxlike eyes.
Jiang Chiyan said, "Of course not."
Xiao Cheng slowly raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Jiang Chiyan said, "I want to give my little wife a matching one."
Xiao Cheng blushed.
Jiang Chiyan curled his lips and said, "You knew I was in the dressing room, but you still barged right in. You're... pretty uninhibited."
Xiao Cheng's eyelashes fluttered. He lowered his gaze, not daring to look Jiang Chiyan in the eye.
His face was so red it could have dripped blood. Changing the subject, he asked Jiang Chiyan, "What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it."
Jiang Chiyan had only just parted his lips.
Xiao Cheng said, "You still have a slight fever. Nothing spicy, sweet, or greasy. Nothing cold, either."
Jiang Chiyan: "..."
And so, half an hour later.
At the breakfast table, Jiang Chiyan held a bowl of plain congee, alternating between mouthfuls of congee and greens.
Xiao Cheng ate only a little low-fat vegetable salad before setting down his chopsticks and saying to Jiang Chiyan, "Your dad..."
Jiang Chiyan looked up and reached out to wipe a dab of salad dressing from the corner of Xiao Cheng's mouth. Smiling, he said, "Our dad."
Xiao Cheng's ears reddened, but he did not argue. "Our dad said Fuguang is holding its anniversary celebration today. He asked me to go with him."
Both Jiang Yun and his son, Jiang Chiyan, had graduated from Fuguang (a name I made up).
Jiang Chiyan served himself another bowl