Dark Night Obsessive Devotion — Clumsy Hearts

Too much salt. It's fine. Take your time. It's only day two.

Getting to this point is impressive. Made again, braised ribs.

Probably not great. Salty. Better than yesterday. Really?

That's Stockholm syndrome, not liking. Miss, why do this? Have the chef make what you want.

No need to cook yourself. I want to do it. It's a plan, not liking.

You're back. Tired today? Let me get water. No.

Let me get water. Lin Wan. You don't need to do this daily. I just want to be good to you.

If you don't like it, I'll stop. I didn't say that. Xiaoye.

Do I annoy you? Why would I? You said you kept me because I don't annoy.

Worried this stuff annoys you. No. Just clumsy.

Clumsy. Clumsy, hands all scarred and tired. Don't work so hard. I love your fair little hands.

Lin Wan hugged her, feeling her heartbeat, telling herself again, It's a plan.

To go home. Not liking. But her face, somehow,

burned hot.