Song Xi paused, then bent down to take out the freshly baked cookies. "The director invited me to the wrap-up party, and I thought I'd make some cookies to bring along," she said.
Her mood was visibly better than before, suggesting she was no longer upset.
Lou Yuming stared at the oddly shaped cookies. "When is it?"
"Friday evening."
Once all the cookies were baked, Song Xi patiently began to pack them one by one into pink gift bags.
Lou Yuming took a rough glance. Such meticulous work would take her at least two to three hours.
Wasn't she tired?
"Why didn't you just buy them from a store?"
Song Xi replied frankly, "I don't have money."
Lou Yuming suddenly remembered that since they had reconciled, Song Xi hadn't asked him for a single cent.
Come to think of it, he had been inconsiderate.
Seeing him standing still, Song Xi assumed he wanted to try one. She picked out a bear-shaped cookie and offered it to him.
Lou Yuming was taken aback. He took a bite. It was milky, crisp, and exceptionally delicious.
Song Xi looked at him expectantly. "How is it?"
"...Not bad."
He thought he would dislike it, but after eating it, he felt a lingering fondness.
Song Xi was overjoyed. "That's good then."
When Lou Yuming returned after showering, Song Xi was still in the kitchen.
Her arms were starting to ache, and she began to rub her wrist after packing for a while.
Seeing this, Lou Yuming casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms.
He watched her movements for a couple of seconds before taking over himself.
"Hey..."
Song Xi hadn't expected him to help.
Lou Yuming said expressionlessly, "Talk less, do more."
And so, they worked in silence, packing side by side for half an hour.
Finally, after all the cookies were packed, Song Xi specifically set aside a bag filled with bear-shaped cookies and handed it to Lou Yuming.
"If you don't like them... you can throw them away. Thank you."
Lou Yuming's eyes widened slightly. He didn't take the bag. Instead, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her close, cupped her face, and kissed her.
From the kitchen to the living room, then to the bedroom.
The flames of passion spread, leaving traces everywhere.
That night, Song Xi experienced unparalleled pleasure.
Lou Yuming was very gentle, his deep voice calling her name again and again.
Song Xi felt as if her soul was leaving her body, nearly drowning in his tenderness.
Adults were often like this; as long as they were in sync in bed, nothing else needed to be said.
On the day of the wrap-up party, Lou Yuming arranged for someone to buy her many dresses.
They were all expensive haute couture, some were runway pieces, unavailable for purchase in China.
He held her in his arms, kissed her back, and said, "Take a look, do you like any?"
Song Xi hopped off his lap and browsed through them, sighing. "They're all too formal. It's just a meal."
If she wore these, she feared the gossip about being kept by a sugar daddy would resurface.
Lou Yuming hadn't considered this. Since she valued this wrap-up party, he wanted her to attend looking beautiful.
Song Xi felt that Lou Yuming's attitude towards her had changed significantly lately.
He seemed to be quite doting on her.
He hadn't brought up the matter of her leaving the entertainment industry again, seemingly agreeing to let her continue her career.
Song Xi was happy and naturally willing to appease Lou Yuming.
She proactively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is there anything else?"
Lou Yuming loved her clingy affection. He flicked her nose with his finger. "You're getting greedy."
Then he said, "There's a box in the bottom left corner of the wardrobe."
Song Xi walked over excitedly to look.
It was a black gift box.
Upon opening it, she found a simple, understated black dress.
The fabric felt luxurious, and the style was elegant and unadorned; it was clearly custom-made.
"When did you prepare this?" Song Xi asked, both surprised and delighted.
Lou Yuming didn't answer. Instead, he said, "Try it on."
"Okay."
Song Xi loved it and ran to the bathroom to change.
Lou Yuming smirked, "What are you being shy for?"