Li Yeqi looked at her cautious appearance and felt that he might be overreacting. He leaned in, wrapped his arms around her waist, and keenly noticed her body stiffen slightly. He asked, "If I say that I'm angry, what would you do?"
Yan Luoxi didn't hesitate for a moment, "Then I won't invite him over next time."
"Really?"
"Yes." Yan Luoxi nodded seriously. If Han Zheng's appearance would make him unhappy, she could avoid it because there are many ways to express gratitude, and it doesn't have to involve inviting someone over for a meal.
Li Yeqi released her, raised his hand, and ruffled her hair, "Silly, is there anything else left to do? I'll help you."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and went to the faucet to wash his hands. Yan Luoxi watched his distinctly jointed hands, thinking that Li Yeqi's hands were always so beautiful, with long and slender fingers like those drawn in comics.
