Xu Qian was going to make boiled fish slices this afternoon. The fish slices were beautifully cut and each slice was thin and thick. It was pleasing to the eye.
Han Jun had appeared behind him at some point. She stared at the beautiful fish slices on the plate and sighed. "The meat slices you cut are so beautiful."
Xu Qian didn't look up. He just felt that Han Jun was standing slightly closer to him. She was standing behind him. As she spoke, Xu Qian could feel Han Jun's breath on the back of his neck and shoulders. Through that thin layer of shirt material, it made his skin break out in goosebumps.
Xu Qian looked at the thin piece of meat in his hand and said in a low voice, "Little kid, can you stay away from me?" This distance was too sinful.
Han Jun asked him, "Are you preparing to cook? Are you afraid of the oil splashing on me?" Han Jun, whose mind was filled with yellow waste previously, now revealed the innocence of a young girl.
