A fashion queen

"No, I have to go see what he's cooking." Cui Xueying followed his tall, upright figure quietly like a docile kitten, her eyes never leaving him. At that moment, her heart was filled with an indescribable sense of peace and contentment, as if the whole world was just the two of them.

She couldn't help but think to herself, "What kind of great blessings did I accumulate in my past life to have the good fortune to be with such an outstanding and considerate man in this life?" Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth involuntarily rose slightly, outlining an intoxicating arc like a blooming spring flower.

Those beautiful eyes, like the bright stars in the night sky, shimmered with a gentle and luminous light, staring unblinkingly at the man before her who had captured her heart. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, the surrounding noise and chaos completely isolated, his presence the sole focus of her gaze.

Just then, Mo Yunting finally finished his busy work in the kitchen. Turning back to look at the little woman who had been gazing at him, a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Her focused and affectionate expression truly moved him. So, with a hint of playfulness and amusement, he gently waved his hand in front of her eyes and teased, "Hey, my little darling, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought!"

Cui Xueying was originally immersed in her own picturesque fantasy world, but Mo Yunting's magnetic and gentle words were like a soft spring breeze, slowly blowing across her heart, and pulling her thoughts back to the extremely real and heart-warming scene before her.

In an instant, her fair and delicate cheeks seemed to be dyed red by the gorgeous sunset in the sky, and a shy blush quickly appeared on her face, just like a perfectly ripe, juicy red apple, exuding charming luster and fragrance, making people want to take a bite.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes flickering, as if she didn't dare to look directly into the other person's fiery eyes. She just murmured in a voice as light as a mosquito: "I... I'm thinking of you..."

Although her voice was so soft, it was like a thunderclap exploding in the heart of Mo Yunting who was standing in front of him, causing his whole heart to tremble involuntarily.

Seeing this, Mo Yunting unhesitatingly extended his long, powerful legs and strode forward. Then, he stretched out his arms, as if to embrace the entire world, and pulled Cui Xueying tightly into his broad, warm embrace. His movements were so gentle, fearing to hurt this precious woman in his arms.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and gently stroked Cui Xueying's silky, smooth, and beautiful hair, as if he were touching a rare and unparalleled treasure. At the same time, he leaned down slightly, placed his lips close to Cui Xueying's delicate earlobe, and whispered softly, "I miss you, too. I miss you every moment."

The breath he exhaled when he spoke was slightly warm and blew gently against Cui Xueying's ears, making her ears feel itchy and numb. An indescribable wonderful feeling spread from her ears to the depths of her heart.

After hearing Mo Yunting's affectionate words, Cui Xueying felt as if her heart had been soaked in a jar of honey, a sweet saccharine. Her beautiful face instantly blossomed into a brilliant smile, and she shyly lowered her head slightly. Then, as if drawn by some mysterious force, she gently raised her arms, slowly extending them, and finally, gently wrapped her arms around Mo Yunting's strong waist.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world seemed to be filled with only the two of them. Cui Xueying quietly nestled in Mo Yunting's arms, feeling the warmth emanating from his body with all her heart, feeling as comfortable and relaxed as if she were bathing in the warm spring sun.

"Me too. I miss you every minute of every second." Cui Xueying responded softly to Mo Yunting in a voice as soft and sweet as a nightingale's. The warm breath she exhaled brushed against Mo Yunting's ears as she spoke, stirring his heartstrings.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yunting's lips curled up unconsciously, forming a charming, doting smile. His deep, luminous eyes shone with endless tenderness, like the glittering stars in the night sky. Then, he lowered his head slightly and gently kissed Cui Xueying's smooth, jade-like forehead. The kiss was as light as a dragonfly touching the water, yet it held a love that could not be expressed in words.

Then, Mo Yunting took Cui Xueying's soft, boneless hand, and they walked briskly towards the living room, fingers intertwined. Along the way, they smiled at each other, their eyes filled with affection.

"Are you hungry? Dinner is ready." Mo Yunting said softly, turning his head to look at Cui Xueying beside him, his eyes full of care and consideration.