"Am I not washing them correctly?" Han Zhuoli felt Lu Man's gaze on him and turned his head around to ask.
With the corner of his lips curled up into a smile, it was like a hook, hooking onto Lu Man's heart.
Lu Man mumbled inwardly to herself, "D*mn, this man is going to be the death of me."
Lu Man took in a breath and retracted her rather piercing gaze. "Nope, you're doing pretty well."
She silently chided herself that she was being extremely embarrassing. He was already her boyfriend. They meet every day, yet she was still smitten by his manly charms.
Han Zhuoli looked at her and upon understanding her thoughts, the smile at the corner of his lips widened. "Look at the way I'm washing them, I'm pretty good. If there's anything that I'm doing wrong, then just say so."
Lu Man blushed as she mumbled to herself. She then completely retracted her gaze and did not look at him anymore.
