Chapter 8 Breakfast and Thanks
I woke up and Chu Qingyun was no longer beside me.
I found him in the kitchen making breakfast, wearing my loungewear.
It hung loose on him, revealing his slender neck and a stretch of beautiful collarbone.
Old marks still lingered there, now covered by new ones.
I watched for a while before he turned and saw me.
"Want the eggs well done or runny?" he asked.
It was such an ordinary question. No one had ever asked me that.
"One of each."
He smiled. "Can you finish them? Don't waste food."
"If I can't, you eat the rest."
He nodded. "Okay."
I finished one bowl of porridge and the side dishes, then deliberately left half an egg.
He glanced over, picked up the remainder from my bowl, and ate it without hesitation.
We had done far more intimate things than this.
Yet this simple moment felt strangely close.
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His hands paused while clearing the dishes. "Hmm?"
"Leave everything for the housekeeper. You'll live here from now on."
He hesitated, then said, "Alright."
"I bought a new Piano. A teacher will come every Friday and Sunday at six in the evening."
His head shot up. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
I rested my chin on my hand and felt an unexpected warmth seeing that look.
But he quickly refused. "No need."
I knew he was thin-skinned. "The teacher is already hired. If you don't want lessons, just sit with them."
He looked at me, eyes shimmering. "Fu Yuan, there's something I've never said to you."
My heart beat faster. "What?"
"I should thank you."
I thought I knew what he wanted to thank me for.
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Chu Qingyun's situation was worse than I imagined.
I walked around the table and reached for him. My hand slipped inside his collar and touched his firm chest.
"Want to thank me another way?"
He didn't move, but the tips of his ears burned red.