"Wash your dishes, don't mind me."
Momo lifted her misty eyes to glance at Ye Zhan, then lowered her head, pressing her cheek against his back.
Her grip tightened even more.
Ye Zhan half-squinted, staring at the top of her head for a couple of seconds, and turned around feeling slightly unsettled.
After that, Ye Zhan slowed down his dishwashing, feeling the warmth from his back penetrating his body, drilling straight into his heart.
His heart warmed slightly.
For a moment, he was unclear on why Momo suddenly came to hug him.
In the silent kitchen, the only sound was the clatter from washing dishes, then pots.
Momo kept hugging him from behind, her face pressed against his back, breathing in his scent, his essence.
This could calm her emotions bit by bit.
"Momo."
Ye Zhan turned around after drying his hands, his slender fingers caressing Momo's delicate face.
The pads of his fingers teased out a slight itch.
