Jun Shiyan replied in a low voice, "Okay."
The young lady was squatting in front of him. She was small and adorable while she was eating from a bowl. She enjoyed the food very much.
It was only when the bowl was almost empty that she licked her lips reluctantly and looked up at him with a smile. "I'll be leaving then."
Just as she got up—
"Hold on." Jun Shiyan took her hand and wiped it clean with a wet tissue.
The young lady's hand was fair and slender, and so were her beautiful, milky-white fingers. She held a grasshopper between her middle finger and thumb, her two fingers dabbed with oil.
The young lady puffed her cheeks as she looked at him obediently. She did not retract her hand as she muttered softly, "There's no need to wipe it. We still have to work. It's not like I will not be washing my hands when I get back."
