Mia glanced at her reflection on the glass wall. She tucked a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear before walking towards the door.
She pressed the doorbell and soon the door opened.
Han Jian Yu stood there wearing a plain white shirt paired with trousers. He was wearing a black apron atop it and there was a spatula in his hand.
Her gaze roamed past his bulging veins near the folded sleeves of his shirt. She could see his muscles being highlighted in that shirt as if they would rip the fabric any moment.
Han Jian Yu quietly stood there as he watched her gawking at him. He felt a tingly sensation at the spot wherever her gaze lingered.
Amusement flickered in his eyes as he noticed her frivolous eyes shifting towards his chest. ''Miss Neighbor?"
