If it were any acquaintance, anyone who saw them would have to rub their eyes, afraid they had recognized the wrong person.
"What flavor do you like, do you prefer salty or light?"
"Oh right, I shouldn't have asked you, our tastes are pretty similar."
"We really are made for each other."
Yongyi muttered to herself, turned her head to open the cabinet, tip-toed to take out the sugar jar, and skillfully scooped it into the oil, pouring in the sliced lean meat.
"..."
She really seemed to know how.
Lu Jincheng's eyes widened.
This movement, she really knew it!
Most of his attention, besides examining Yongyi's stir-frying movements, was still focused on her slim and graceful back.
The short-haired girl who had grown up, the curves under the apron blooming with a bit more charm.
As her wrists flew, that thin apron unconsciously shrank up quite a bit.
The scenery near the apron vaguely revealed a lace, trembling slightly on her pale thighs, directly making one's heart flutter.
