In the kitchen late at night.
Luo Xiu stood in front of the sink, lathering his hands with soap and scrubbing them relentlessly. When he was helping Mu Xueyan expel the poison earlier, his own hands had gotten a fair bit on them.
Suddenly, a sweet fragrance wafted over.
He saw Lu Nianjiao sneakily tiptoe up behind him and rest her chin on his shoulder.
As Luo Xiu turned his head, his face brushed against Lu Nianjiao's cheek.
Gazing at her moist, red lips, so close he could almost taste them, Luo Xiu pursed his own. They were like a perfectly ripe strawberry, exuding a mouthwatering fragrance—irresistibly tempting.
He slowly leaned in, about to take a bite. But at that moment, Lu Nianjiao's eyes widened as she suddenly stared at his hands.
"Ah... I see. So that's what happened."
