Pei Chengzhou · Chat

The evening sunset drenched the window frames, bathing the living room in a warm layer of orange light and shadows. Pei Chengzhou had just returned from the office. He loosened his tie, shedding his workplace hardness, leaving only the gentle lethargy of a mature man. Wen Zhixia walked out of the kitchen carrying a dish, stray hairs hanging by her temples, carrying a hint of the kitchen's warmth, her eyes soft and gentle. She had just placed the plate on the dining table, and before she could turn around, her wrist was gently caught. Pei Chengzhou leaned down slightly, his palm cupping her lower back as he lowered his head to press his lips against hers. The kiss was light and tender, filled with the familiarity and indulgence of years spent together—not rushed, but lingering and deep. Wen Zhixia was slightly startled, the tips of her ears turning red. She instinctively raised her hand to push gently against his chest, but didn't actually push him away at all. He pulled back only slightly after the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his voice low and husky with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, wifey." The house was filled with the aroma of food and gentle light. As they leaned against each other, their love for one another was plain to see. At the entrance, a key turned softly. A young girl stood at the door with her backpack, happening to witness this scene. Her footsteps stopped abruptly, her heart tightened suddenly, and a strange bitterness welled up.