Only two people remained inside the house.
Wu Xiaoli felt somewhat at a loss. Today, she had tied her hair into a single ponytail and wore a purple headband. Her black camisole peeked out from beneath a white apron, displaying an impressive cleavage. In an instant, she had transformed into a charming little kitchen maid.
Seeing Sun Dasheng staring intently at her, her ears turned red, and she quickly averted her gaze.
"I also made some tremella and lotus seed soup in the kitchen. I'll go get you a bowl."
With that, she hurried into the kitchen. Her steps were light, her waist twisting like a dancing silver snake, and the sway of her hips sent a thrill through Sun Dasheng.
He followed her in. She stood before the stove, lifting the lid of the soup pot with one hand while tasting the broth with a spoon in the other. Her lush lips sipped the soup, her pretty eyebrows knitting slightly, as if it were a bit too salty.
"AH!"
