Watching her, Ji Chuan smiled and whispered softly in her ear, "Of course you can do it. With an expert like me helping you, I guarantee you can perform extraordinarily."
"Hmph. So proud," Yan Huan turned her head to give him a playful glare and then focused seriously on slicing the potatoes.
Ji Chuan initially held her hand to help her cut, but gradually, seeing her getting into the groove, he let go, his lips curling into a smile as he watched Yan Huan.
The blazing sun of August.
The morning heat was already intense, and the temperature in the kitchen was even higher than outside. To cut the vegetables well, Yan Huan exerted herself fully, fine beads of sweat accumulating on her forehead, eventually rolling down her side face, sliding down her graceful neck and disappearing into her collar.
Ji Chuan admired Yan Huan's beautiful busy form, feeling her effort and hard work, he put away his cane, set it aside, and gently wrapped his hands from behind around her slender waist.
