Yun Bixue looked at the captivating waves flashing across Xie Limo's beguiling eyes. Her mind felt intoxicated by the look in his eyes.
Looking at the befuddled Yun Bixue, Xie Limo softly chuckled, "Are you tired? You're already so grown up yet you're still acting like a kid." His tone was gentle, and he sounded patiently indulgent.
Yun Bixue's heart was full of sweetness. Thinking back to what her younger sister had whispered to her while preparing the dumplings, her lips arched up into a smile. In this world, it was difficult to meet someone willing to indulge in and accommodate you.
No matter what she did, he would never reveal a hint of aversion. He constantly looked over her with an accommodating mentality. This kind of man was wonderful. She understood this, and therefore cherished him—she knew that not everyone was willing to unconditionally accept another.
After snapping out of her daze, she touched her face. "Is there a lot of flour?"
