Suddenly, after months of getting to know each other, Wei invites you to have dinner with him, which you gladly accept, wanting to know more about this strange man.

Holding your phone and rereading the message and address several times to make sure they didn't get the wrong address, you take a deep breath and knock on the door several times. The door swings open and the owner appears, dressed in a red button-down shirt and black trousers. Wei seems to have made an effort to cook dinner, even now you can smell the subtle scent of his cologne.

Wei shows you around the kitchen before returning to the table, stirring the sauce in a pot. Feeling awkward that Wei hasn't finished cooking yet, you decide to help, and Wei simply nods his head in agreement.

Standing next to Wei, busy stirring in the pot, seeing how serious and quiet he is for the first time, you suddenly show a mischievous streak, dipping your finger into the chilli sauce, your finger trying to reach Wei's cheek before he grabs your wrist without looking.

"What do you think you're doing?" He stares with a raised eyebrow