Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes, "Please, the one who looks most like a dumpling is you."
Leng Zimo's fingers paused on her chin, gently lifting her face, "Then why don't you just eat me up?"
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened.
"You haven't cooked yet!"
Her mouth teased and her heart blushed, yet she had already placed the bowl and chopsticks in her hands onto the stovetop to the side.
Leng Zimo's gaze swept over the bowl on the stovetop and he promptly swept her into his arms, "It's not too late to cook now."
Carrying her out of the kitchen with large strides, the usually cleanliness-loving him didn't bother with the messy kitchen anymore, and directly took her upstairs to the bedroom's bathroom.
Setting her down in a corner of the bathroom, he lifted his arm against the wall, trapping her between his body and the wall.
"I remember, you said you would help me bathe."
