"I might really not have any talent for cooking..." Qin Xin said wistfully.
The man behind her twitched his lips slightly and thought to himself, woman, it's not that you lack culinary talent, you are simply a disaster in the kitchen.
"Forget it, go pack your things. Don't touch the kitchen, I'll handle it." The man pushed her into the bedroom, rolled up the sleeves of his white robe, and headed straight for the kitchen.
Qin Xin blinked her big eyes.
Master Tuantuan told her to pack her bags... does that mean he agrees to let her stay?
It was worth her rushing back and forth late at night, her ankles almost twisted from all the running.
She rubbed her feet, which had little blisters from the small boots, "Hiss—" she drew in a breath of cool air.
She had just changed into her home pajamas.
A knock sounded at the door.
Qin Xin's top button was still undone, and she quickly went to open the door, "Master?"
