"I wanted to come back and spend some time with you."
Lu Jinghan changed his shoes at the entrance, casually hung his coat on the rack: "What are you doing? Why is there flour on your face?"
"Sister Zhang and I are making dumplings, chive filling."
Han Xi originally wanted to wipe the flour off her face, but the more she wiped, the more it spread.
Lu Jinghan walked over to Han Xi with a light smile, his beautiful fingertip falling on her slightly powdered face: "Your hands have flour on them, let me help you wipe it off."
Han Xi obediently leaned into Lu Jinghan's arms, looking up at him, fixated on his deep and attractive features.
"Haven't seen enough?"
Lu Jinghan's clear voice was incredibly sexy, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
Han Xi blushed and lowered her eyelashes: "I want to look at you for a lifetime."
"Jinghan, Manman and I are going to accompany Chu Ci to Paris tomorrow, it might take a few days before we come back."
