He turned his body slightly, his slender fingers pinching her fair little chin, his deep gaze sweeping over her face before lingering on her red lips.
They were such moist and full little lips, and as he leaned closer, he could feel her breath…
One after another, like gentle feathers brushing against his heart.
Her breath was damp, soft, with a hint of a sweet fragrance.
Just like a kitten.
His fingertips traced over her lips, letting out a cold laugh, "How many lies are hidden behind this little mouth!"
"…"
Li Jiaqi said nothing.
Indeed, she couldn't lie, especially in front of He Yingdong, she couldn't pretend well.
The maids brought in dishes one by one.
The maids of the He Family were trained in cooking, and the dishes they prepared were a feast for the senses.
Like this sea cucumber salad, sesame oil chicken, and pan-fried veal steaks… each dish easily surpassed the ones she had previously made.
She couldn't understand why He Yingdong wanted her to cook.
