Qi Han's body froze instantly, only feeling the warm breath covering him, causing his heartbeat to lose its rhythm.

But with just a light touch, He Ming stepped back and put the phone he had just taken away back into Qi Han's hand, saying, "I respect your choice. Before you break up with someone else, I will temporarily withdraw from my pursuer's position."

Although he had no expression on his face, his tone was very domineering.

Qi Han was a bit lost in thought and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He Ming reached out to touch his hair, afraid that he couldn't control himself. After saying good night, he turned around and walked into the next study.

The sofa bed had already been laid, but as a big man, he lay on it and made a creaking sound with just a slight movement, which was not very comfortable. He has been trapped in love these days and has hardly had a good rest. Even though he is extremely tired, he still cannot bear to fall asleep and cannot help but miss the person who is only separated by a wall.

He never expected to touch things like love again.

But once encountering it, he didn't even have the strength to resist and surrendered immediately. He has never been a procrastinator. Since he loves everything, there is no other way but to keep Qi Han as his own.

Thinking about it, He Ming unconsciously closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day is a workday.

He Ming woke up at 7 o'clock on time, dressed neatly and finished grooming. Qi Han had also prepared breakfast and was sitting at the table waiting for him. He walked over and saw that the meal on the table was extremely simple, just milk, bread, and fried eggs.

Such ordinary things, he could see the divine.

Qi Han took a bite of the bread and asked, "What's wrong? It's not to your taste?"

"No, I'm just thinking about how many breakfasts I've missed before," he said, his gaze shifting to Qi Han, as focused and captivating as many nights we used to embrace each other.

Qi Han avoided his gaze and said in a muffled voice, "After your house is renovated, let's move back in."

He Ming didn't answer whether it was good or bad, but just happily enjoyed his breakfast. Anyway, he has already moved in. Whether he will leave or stay in the future is up to him the final say.

The breakfast was relatively peaceful, and after 8 o'clock, the two of them went out to work one after another.

He Ming found that his attention could focus on work again. Once he got into it, time flew by quickly. It wasn't until he had filled his stomach with boxed lunch at noon that he remembered the few home cooked side dishes cooked by Qi Han.

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Although not delicious, it has a homey flavor.

He took the time to call Qi Han, and after connecting, he didn't chat and just asked, "What time do you finish work today?"

"Five o'clock."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at 5:30."

"Ah?"

"I have something else to do, I'll hang up first."

"Hey, wait a moment..."

He Ming expected that Qi Han might refuse, so he didn't give him that opportunity and hung up the phone directly. After completing this task, his mood improved and he was in high spirits all afternoon.

If there is no socializing, He Ming usually works overtime in the office, but today is certainly an exception. He drives to Qi Han's company when he arrives at 5:01. It was just past 5:30 when they arrived, and Qi Han was already waiting outside the office building.

He Ming pulled over and gestured for Qi Han to get on the car, while explaining, "Have you been waiting for a long time? There's a bit of traffic on the road."

Qi Han shook his head and asked, "What's up with me?"

"Anyway, we're living together now, so I'll come over and pick you up from work." After a pause, he added, "Let me take you to work tomorrow too."

Qi Han immediately replied, "It's not going at all!"

"Let's discuss this later," He Ming casually asked, "which supermarket do you usually go to to buy things?"

"Why?"

"Go buy the ingredients for tonight's dinner. I like to eat braised eggplant, shredded meat with running eggs, stewed pork ribs with white radish..."

Qi Han only understood his meaning when he heard this, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. "Mr. He, are you a little too reckless?"

He Ming glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong? You don't know how to cook these few dishes?"

"... not really."

"That's great, then that's the decision."

He Ming came to his own conclusion without giving Qi Han any room to refute, and soon parked his car at the entrance of a supermarket to choose the dishes he had just mentioned.

Qi Han had no choice but to cook obediently when he returned home.

He Ming didn't know if it was to supervise him, but he even squeezed into the small kitchen to watch him busy.

Qi Han couldn't help but stare at him and complained, "This meal can definitely be eaten outside."

"No way." He Ming's tone was quite tough and he immediately said, "You also cooked for that person that day."

Qi Han's hands shook as he cut the vegetables, seeming to understand the vinegar flavor implied in this sentence. However, he tried his best to pretend not to hear it, turned on the gas, and said, "If you want to eat, you should also contribute some labor. Help me cut the vegetables first."

He Ming did not object and silently stepped forward to take the kitchen knife.

Perhaps it was because the kitchen was too hot, Qi Han's face was a bit hot. He was busy stewing soup and watching the heat, but his gaze was always uncontrollably fixed on He Ming. Then, startled by He Ming's actions, he hurriedly grabbed the kitchen knife from his hand and asked, "Have you ever cut vegetables?"

"No."

"You almost cut off your own finger just now!"

"It seems so." He Ming looked indifferent.

Qi Han took a deep breath, rubbed his sore forehead, and sighed, "You better go to the living room and watch TV. I can handle it alone here."

Just kidding, he doesn't want to bring up a kitchen murder case.

He Ming let out a "hmm", but there was no intention of leaving. He just took a few steps back and leaned against the door frame to look at Qi Han.

From Qi Han's stern expression, it can be seen that he really doesn't like cooking, but his cooking gesture is very skilled. As the heat in the pot steamed up, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and finally a smile appeared on his lips.

He Ming felt a palpitation in his heart and blurted out, "Qi Han, did I ever say that to you?"

Qi Han was extremely busy and didn't look up at him. He just asked, "Which sentence?"

"I like you."