While buying the medicine, Huo Xingye also picked up some ingredients. "Have you eaten?"
"Had some junk," Nan Zhou answered lazily.
"Do you mind if I use the kitchen?" he asked.
Nan Zhou shook his head.
He never used it himself anyway. If the man liked using it, he could go ahead.
The tall, handsome man took off his coat, put on an apron, and got to work at the stove.
His movements were neat and efficient, with an effortless flair.
Leaning against the sofa, Nan Zhou watched his broad shoulders and back, his sexy, perky ass, and his long, straight legs...
Huo Xingye turned around, and Nan Zhou met his eyes without looking away.
"What?" he asked.
Huo Xingye: "..."
He turned back around without betraying anything, ignored the appraising gaze behind him, and continued focusing on the task at hand.
Before long, a fragrance spread through the room, enough to make anyone's mouth water.
Huo Xingye brought a seemingly simple bowl of noodles to the table. "Come eat. Get some rest afterward."
Nan Zhou had thought Huo Xingye was cooking for himself, so he was a little surprised to find it was for him.
Still, he stood on no ceremony. He came over and sat at the dining table, then paused as he picked up his chopsticks. "Aren't you eating?"
"I'm cutting body fat lately," Huo Xingye said.
Actors sometimes had to lose or gain weight for their roles. It was a common occurrence.
Nan Zhou wasn't surprised. Hearing that, he simply lowered his head and began to eat.
After two bites, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
So good.
Huo Xingye was cleaning the stovetop for him and even tossed the instant noodle containers in his kitchen into the trash.
What a homemaker.
Nan Zhou marveled