Chapter 12
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"Let her in." Although Zhao An Yang's face was still indifferent, his heart was filled with joy.
In the past, whenever they quarreled, she would always be overbearing, waiting for him to coax her.
At that time, she had the entire Luo Family behind her, leaving him in the dust.
Now that he was the master of the eastern continent, she had never given him any leeway.
But today … …
Luo Qingchen was holding a basket as she poked her head in.
She was wearing a purple robe that made her look especially beautiful. Her watery eyes seemed to be able to speak as she blinked and looked at him with a smile.
"Emperor, have you eaten dinner yet?" Luo Qingchen looked at him and said with a faint smile, "If you haven't eaten yet … … I made you something to eat."
"You made it?" Zhao An Yang was stunned as he felt a bit of disbelief.
Whether it was in the past or now, her status was incomparably high, so she rarely cooked.
He still deeply remembered that year when he was sick in bed, she cooked a bowl of peach blossom soup for him and fed him mouthful by mouthful.
The scene in front of him was like a passing cloud. He was stunned as he realized that so many years had passed.
"Oh … …" She rubbed her hair and said with a bit of embarrassment, "I made it with Little Qiu. My cooking skills aren't that good … …"
"Come, heat up the food that the madame brought over."
"Yes, emperor."
Eunuch Lin came in and took the food from Luo Qingchen's hands before respectfully leaving.
"What are you standing there for? Come and sit down." Seeing her cook for him and still acting like a yes-man, most of the anger in his heart dissipated.
Luo Qingchen gave a soft laugh as she quickly walked over to his side.
"Slow down." Zhao An Yang knit his brows and reached out to hold her hand.
When his warm hand touched her slightly cold hand, his brows knit even deeper as he said in a reproachful voice, "Wearing so little, your hand is cold."
Luo Qingchen was stunned as she felt her face turn red. Her fan-like eyelashes slightly trembled as she looked up and pursed her lips as she said, "I'm not cold … …"
Zhao An Yang looked at her cute and shy appearance. She pursed her lips slightly and looked at the charming color. His gaze finally landed on her pink lips. His heart warmed as he kissed her.
Luo Qing Chen was stunned as she was frozen in place. Her eyes kept blinking as she looked at the mesmerizing face in front of her. She almost forgot to breathe.
System, he kissed me …
[Ding, affection has increased by ten. Mission completion rate is now 60%.]
Cough, cough, that's fine too! If he kissed her for a while longer, would he be able to add 40 points and complete the mission?
The system ignored her as usual and continued to play dead.
After a long time, Zhao An Yang gently let go of her. His eyes flashed with a burning gaze.
He reached out and lifted her chin slightly with his slender fingers. Then, he planted a final kiss on her flushed cheeks.
How long had it been since he had kissed her like this?
Looking at her fair skin with a faint blush, she looked like a little woman standing beside him.
This feeling was really good …
"That." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Luo Qingchen's soft voice softly sounded as she whispered, "I only met Su Li yesterday ….."
"Un, I know." Zhao An Yang gently pushed the strands of hair on her face behind her ear as he spoke in a soft voice.
What, you know? Damn, why didn't you say so earlier? You made father waste time making a table full of dishes to ask for forgiveness?!
[System notification: To avoid deducting points, host's expression should not be too fierce.]
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