Si Qingmo lay down on the quilt, originally wanting to hug her from behind.

But thinking that he was still cold and something happened to her again, he could only endure it and wait until he felt warm before hugging her again.

In the morning, Cheng Yinian opened his eyes and moved his body to see if he had fallen onto the bed, but found that he was being held by someone.

His body is warm.

He hugged her body from behind, and her whole body felt like she was nestled in a warm nest, quite comfortable.

However, she had never been hugged like this by a man, nor had she ever been like this when she was with Ling Zhan.

She didn't dare to move anymore, she just lay there quietly, looking at the curtains, thinking that if she lived in the master bedroom with Si Qingmo, his curtains would not look good, so she should replace them with this one.

While she was thinking wildly, Si Qingmo's low laughter sounded in her ears, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was wondering if I should change the curtains in the master bedroom." Cheng Yinian answered casually.

"You can change it if you want, whatever you want." Si Qingmo said.

"Then I'll replace the curtains?" Cheng Yinian asked.

"This window is small. Let's make another one. If you like the color, make another one the same." Si Qingmo said, "You can change everything in the master bedroom and arrange it as you like."

"Really?" Cheng Yinian was a little unconvinced.

"Of course it's true. You are the mistress here, so of course you can arrange it as you wish." Si Qingmo said.

Listening to the words 'mistress' in his mouth, Cheng Yinian curled his lips.

She immediately pushed him, jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom to tidy up, then stood at the door, poked her head in, and said to Si Qingmo who was still in bed, "I'm going to the master bedroom to take a look."

"Okay." Si Qingmo nodded, got out of bed, and followed her to the master bedroom.

Cheng Yinian looked at the huge balcony of the master bedroom and said, "I want to grow some fruits here."

Si Qingmo: "..."

He had only heard of people growing flowers and plants on their balconies, but it was rare to see people growing fruits.

"What do you want to plant?" Si Qingmo asked.

"Tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, etc., and a few strawberries." Cheng Yinian said with a smile, "Then you can eat the freshest fruits."

Si Qingmo: "...Okay."

As long as she can survive, he has no problem with it.

Cheng Yinian went to wash up after looking at the master bedroom, while Si Qingmo went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast.

Because Cheng Yinian's aunt came here, he even cooked brown sugar porridge specially for her.

When Cheng Yinian finished washing and tidied up, she saw brown sugar porridge, two eggs and a few steamed buns on the dining table.

Mrs. Zhang steamed the buns and froze them in the refrigerator, and Si Qingmo took them out and heated them up directly.

Cheng Yi Nian looked at these things and felt warm in her heart. No one had ever done this for her before. When he was with Ling Zhan, he never cared about when she would come to visit her aunt, let alone cook for her, even when he was with Ling Zhan. When her aunt was feeling unwell, he asked her to cook for the whole family.

When she wasn't with Ling Zhan, her mother, Ms. Bai Jinxiu, never cared about her. When she first came to visit her aunt, it was Aunt Cui Ling who told her so that she didn't panic.

Thinking of this, she was actually a little touched at this moment. It should be good to live with him in the future.

She sat down at the dining table, and Si Qingmo also came out to wash up.

Seeing her sit down, he said: "It shouldn't be hot anymore. You drink the brown sugar porridge first. It will be good for you."

Cheng Yinian smiled slightly, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. Not a lot of brown sugar was put in. It was sweet but not sweet. The porridge was soft, glutinous and smooth.

She swallowed the porridge and looked up at Si Qingmo, "You know a lot. Have you done it for other women before?"

Si Qingmo picked up a bun and said with a low smile: "I said I have talent in cooking. Do you believe it? I just learned it from the video."

Cheng Yinian didn't say anything else, just smiled and continued to drink porridge.

In fact, she didn't care whether he had a relationship before, as long as he was willing to have a good life with her in the future.

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