Luo Xiaoqian extended the whisk towards the egg mixture, attempting to turn on the switch.
Poof!
Due to the wrong angle, the cake splattered out suddenly. She was taken aback and instinctively cried out, hurriedly removing the whisk.
Seeing the egg mixture on the whisk about to splash onto her, Leng Zimo quickly reached out to embrace her, grabbing her hand to help turn off the whisk switch.
"Thank you!" Luo Xiaoqian turned to him with a smile, still shaken. "Sorry... I'm so clumsy!"
Seeing her little face smeared with egg mixture, Leng Zimo chuckled softly. He took the whisk from her hand and set it aside, casually pulling out a tissue. Holding the tissue in one hand and supporting her head with the other, he gently wiped the egg mixture from her face.
His palm was dry and warm, his fingers were not coarse but rather felt smooth. Where the skin touched, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his fingers.
