Jiang Xiaonan had never imagined that a man like Gu Moyang could do something so delicate.
She looked at the nightstand, where their photo together was placed.
Without being able to help herself, she picked it up and gently caressed the photograph.
Gu Moyang walked in, his face looking somewhat unnatural, "Xiao Nan, dinner will be ready soon, you rest for a bit."
He had prepared dinner a long time ago.
The main course, a steak, had been marinating since the afternoon, and now was the perfect time to fry it.
Jiang Xiaonan nodded, feeling that her heart was now bubbling with pink.
In fact, she was just a little woman, after all.
No woman dislikes romance.
Gu Moyang was frying the steak and also made two vegetable dishes.
Jiang Xiaonan preferred lighter food, so he tried his best to make what she liked to eat.
At the romantic candlelit dinner, Jiang Xiaonan felt somewhat surreal as she sat at the dinner table.
