Jiang Yujie blushed a little and went to take out the New Year goodies that she had already prepared.
"Pass them to me." Lu Qiyuan stretched out his hand as he said that.
Jiang Yujie quickly shook her head. "How can I ask you to do that?"
"There's nothing wrong with that. I am a grown man right here, how can I let a lady carry such heavy things?" Without letting her say anything, Lu Qiyuan went to grab it. His gaze flickered, and his hand fell right onto Jiang Yujie's hand.
Her hand was like those of young ladies, smooth and silky, which was quite different from Xia Qingyang's.
He did not even want to touch Xia Qingyang now.
No matter how well Xia Qingyang maintained her looks, she had aged too.
It was still different from Jiang Yujie's collagen-filled face with its bouncy and firm skin.
Jiang Yujie's face flushed red. Lu Qiyuan also let go quickly. "I'm sorry."
