Lu Huaiyu tilted his head slightly. As soon as Ning Li looked up, she could see the high bridge of his nose and smooth jawline.
The cold frown that usually seemed to be permanently etched between his eyebrows faded away and now emitted a rare warmth.
In a moment, Ning Li felt something tightening around her waist.
His long and well-defined fingers gently wrapped around her as he tied a knot behind her back.
Lu Huaiyu backed up and sized her up with a smile lifting the corners of his eyes.
"Done."
Ning Li looked down and saw that there was now an apron hanging around her waist.
He had not touched her throughout the whole process. There had only been some friction from the clothes, but somehow, Ning Li still felt as if they were too close.
She took a step back, but the kitchen was too small, so there was nowhere she could retreat.
Ning Li dropped her head slightly and said, "Thanks, Second Brother."
