Xiao Feng quickly finished cooking the noodles in the kitchen. He’d originally planned to order takeout, but since Liu Qing was already there for dinner, he might as well join her.

“Sis Qing, dinner’s ready!”

Carefully carrying two steaming bowls, he set them on the living room dining table.

Liu Qing gave a soft “Mm,” stood, and walked over—though her mind still lingered on the video Qin Bingbing had sent.

She’d once feared confessing to Xiao Feng would ruin their relationship, making every meeting awkward. But feelings shift. After seeing Situ Changxi’s photo last time, pressure had crept in. Now Qin Bingbing’s video made it heavier.

If she kept waiting, this perfect chance to stay by his side might slip away forever.

Dressed in a sleek black nightgown, her delicate feet tucked into cute slippers, Liu Qing hurried to Xiao Feng, lips pursed.

“Xiao Feng… um, just now, a QQ contact named ‘Qin Bingbing’—someone saved in your contacts—sent you a message. Sister accidentally saw it!”

Xiao Feng smiled and nodded. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Is she a girl?” Liu Qing asked casually, eyes flicking toward him.

Xiao Feng chuckled. “Why stare like that? Flowers on my face?”

She slowly leaned her flawless face closer, pouting. “Don’t dodge! You’re *my* little boyfriend now. No flirting behind my back—or Sister gets mad, hmp!”

“Wait—yesterday was just for one night! Since when am I your boyfriend?”

A faint rose scent drifted from her closeness. Xiao Feng’s pulse quickened.

“Confess! Are you secretly dating online?!” Liu Qing puffed her cheeks, hands on her slender waist—adorable, flustered, utterly tempting.

Xiao Feng sighed with a wry smile. “Sis Qing, Qin Bingbing’s just a girl I met gaming today. I don’t even know her face.”

“Then… if you *had* to choose—me, or the pure-and-cute type?”

*Only kids pick one. I like all types!* he thought. Aloud? Never. Basic EQ kicked in.

“Obviously your type, Sis Qing! Cuteness is worthless next to sexiness!”

“Really?” Joy flickered in her chest, but she crossed her arms, feigning sternness. “Swear it.”

“Swear! If I lie, I’ll eat this whole bowl right now.”

Seeing his earnest face, Liu Qing relaxed slightly. *Just met today… gaming contact… probably nothing.* No need to overthink.

Gurgle~

Her stomach betrayed her. Crimson flooded her cheeks. She’d crashed meals here before—but never with audible hunger. A trace of embarrassment prickled.

“C’mon, Sis Qing. Eat before your stomach revolts,” Xiao Feng teased. Which only deepened her blush.

Simple noodles. Yet to Liu Qing, everything he cooked tasted perfect.

“Xiao Feng… if Sister could eat your cooking every single day, that’d be bliss.” Her happy gaze made him fumble with his chopsticks.

“Aren’t you already crashing meals daily? I never said no,” he mumbled, head down, slurping noodles fast.

“What Sister *means*… is eating your cooking… for a lifetime. That’d be true happiness.”

Xiao Feng, still focused on his bowl, murmured without thinking, “Then eat. A lifetime of meals sounds good.”

“Really?” Liu Qing twirled a noodle slowly, eyes locked on him. Hope bloomed.

He’d said *lifetime*—not “a while.”