After parking the car, she twisted in her seat and picked up a few plastic bags from the passenger side—these were the groceries she had bought, intended for cooking dinner.
The aroma wafting from the house was that of a meal cooking.
Thinking that Jiang Yi had cooked dinner, Xia Ying felt pleased and, carrying the bags, headed inside. Before she even entered, her voice preceded her as she called out to Jiang Yi, "Honey, I'm back. It smells delicious. Did you cook dinner?"
"Back already? Yes, I cooked the dinner. Do you want to try it?"
A voice, sweet yet slightly deep, reached her ears.
That wasn't Jiang Yi's voice.
Xia Ying, while absent-mindedly placing the items on the coffee table, looked towards where the voice had come from and was stunned; there stood an absolute beauty, the tallest she had ever seen in her life.
