Standing in front of the chopping board, holding a knife in one hand and a green onion in the other, he cut the green onions into even sizes. Despite everything about this being so out of character for him, he still looked so handsome.
Mo Xunxun thought of Jian Yi's hands, once so formidable, and now willing to give up everything to live here in seclusion, making soups for her.
Mo Xunxun felt a warmth in her eyes, and she walked over to hug Jian Yi's waist.
"You're awake, I was just about to call you for dinner."
"What smells so good? I'm starving."
Jian Yi placed the chopped green onions into a small plate, picked up a towel to wipe his hands, turned around and said, "You've worked hard this afternoon, eat more later."
Mo Xunxun's face flushed again, the initial touch of emotion was suddenly replaced by shyness, and she secretly glared at Jian Yi.
