"Hello, Mrs. Song."
The next morning, Ran Xueyi woke up to the scent of coffee beans inside their room. Looking at the man in his pajamas and carrying a tray of warm food in his hands, her eyes twinkled in delight.
This has been quite common for the two of them. Ever since she married Song Yu Han, he would always cook for her, filling her stomach with the food he personally cooked for her. People said that the way to your husband's heart was to fill his stomach, but Ran Xueyi wondered if this could also apply to their relationship albeit reversed?
"Mrs. Song?" Ran Xueyi raised an eyebrow and stared at him. This was actually the first time he called her like this. Usually, he would call her 'dear wife' or another type of endearment.
Song Yu Han nodded as he spread the butter on the bread before handing it out for her to eat. "Of course. This title only belongs to you."
Ran Xueyi giggled.
