He retreated to the door, crossed his arms, and looked at her seriously.
Perhaps because she knew that someone was watching her, she was a little nervous at first, and her movements were slow. When she squeezed the lemon juice, her fingers trembled, and there was too much juice…
Jing Hanchuan frowned. Why is she being so careless?
Seeing her clumsy movements, Jing Hanchuan lost interest and returned to his seat to wait calmly. He didn't seem to be looking forward to the dessert anymore. There was too much lemon. She might want to sour him to death.
But…
Her fingers…
Jing Hanchuan suddenly laughed softly.
Her mother sang Beijing opera. Her fingers were slender and quite beautiful. Most of the females he had seen, such as Song Fengwan and Yu Manxi, had slender fingers. Her hands…
Why do they look so meaty?
