Yue Jiaojiao's petite fingertips were carefully held in Zhao Zhan's hands, and the contrast of their skin colors was clear.
There was no oven in Heart Hall's small kitchen, so the pastries were steamed. Zhao Zhan was worried that the heat would burn the woman, so he went to wash his hands and took the pastries to her lips as he blew on it.
"Do you want a bite?"
Yue Jiaojiao lowered her head and took a bite.
Her lips were red, and when she opened her mouth, she revealed the tip of her pink tongue. Then, she bit out a small crescent moon on the cake.
"It's delicious." Yue Jiaojiao squinted her eyes in satisfaction. "Your cooking skills are getting better and better."
When she lowered her head, her lips were stained with a bit of the white frost from the pastry.
