Zhang Yang looked at Pei Yuyan, drenched in fragrant sweat, and as he moved closer, he could even smell a faint scent, which stirred something within him.
Glancing at her buttocks, tightly wrapped in skinny jeans, Zhang Yang had a single thought: to hug Pei Yuyan from behind, hold her in his arms, and then kiss the sweat beads on her pristine white neck.
The sight of Pei Yuyan was mouthwatering, and he found himself wanting to devour his senior sister.
However, at that moment, Pei Yuyan sensed Zhang Yang behind her and quickly said, "Why did you come in here? The kitchen is smoky, hurry out, I'm almost done."
Zhang Yang smiled slightly, "Senior sister, let me help you."
"No need, you are my most esteemed guest today, how could I let you lift a finger?" Pei Yuyan immediately shook her head in refusal.
"What guest, you're talking like that, I feel so pressured," Zhang Yang said while moving closer to Pei Yuyan.
He then reached for the spatula in Pei Yuyan's hand.
