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.
The two were so close that she could easily smell a faint chocolate-like tobacco scent on him.
Unconsciously, Luo Xiaoqian thought of the dream from earlier, recalling the entangled and crazy dream scene. Her heartbeat lost its original rhythm, her breathing became slightly heavy, and her little face flushed, revealing an enticing pink against her fair complexion.
Lowering her face, she dared not meet his eyes, afraid he’d notice her unusual state.
Her eyes were just level with his shoulder, and when looking straight ahead, she could easily see his neck.
Leng Zimo was casually wearing a white shirt brought by the maid, with the most ordinary kitchen apron over it. Neither the apron nor the shirt was designer, yet on him, it still had the quality of a model photo from a magazine spread.
The top two buttons on the white shirt were undone, revealing his collarbones, and she could easily see a bit of his chest.


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