"Do you want me to take off the watch for you?" The Patek Philippe on his wrist was worth a luxury car.
"Take it off." He silently enjoyed the sensation of her fingertips touching him.
Lu Xiaoyou rolled up her white blouse's sleeves and folded the cuffs over his forearms.
"All done." She stepped back two paces, and Long Xiliang lowered his long eyelashes, swallowing.
He began washing vegetables, dicing eggplants, and as the oil-braised eggplants stewed in the pot, he started preparing the braised pork.
Lu Xiaoyou sneaked a few photos of Long Xiliang cooking with her phone.
He didn't have an apron on, standing tall by the stove, the white shirt accentuating his narrow waist, and the trousers outlining a backside and legs that could make anyone's nose bleed.
Just feasting on Long Xiliang's manly charms felt like enough to fill her.
