Chapter 134 My Secret

• The last that I had cooked for Qin Xingye was back when he had been injured, which was a very long time ago. I had felt as if my actions would appear to be too intentional, had I suddenly decided to prepare breakfast for him...
• Nonetheless, I smiled awkwardly at the thought of what I had planned to do next, as I had sipped on my glass of lemon juice, sitting beside him.
• Unhesitating, Qin Xingye sat down, tossing his noodles, as he began to devour his food.