At first, Rong Shengsheng thought she wasn't being called and didn't pay attention, but the next second, Li Hanxian leaned against the door, tilting his head, his voice low and magnetic, like a siren luring the hearts of sailors with songs at night on the sea, "Come here."
Rong Shengsheng shivered undetectably and went over, "What's the matter?"
"The flour is too dry, help me pour some water."
"Okay....."
She obediently poured water.
The next second, Li Hanxian quickly grabbed her wrist, "You poured too much!"
"I....."
She suddenly felt a bit clumsy, "I didn't do it on purpose."
Li Hanxian chuckled, "What are you apologizing for? At worst, we'll just make another bowl of dough."
He raised his hand and lightly grazed Rong Shengsheng's nose, leaving flour on it. Looking into her bewildered and clear eyes, shimmering with moisture, he couldn't help but find them heart-wrenchingly pitiable. He pulled her into his arms and bent down to kiss her lips.
