Xu Ying heard the noise and turned her head to see a basin of water hurtling toward her. With items placed all around, she had nowhere to run.
"Hurry and run! What are you spacing out for?" Before Xu Ying could react, a pair of large hands lifted her into the air—yes, lifted her straight up.
Then, in a swift motion, Xu Ying was cradled in Huo Chen's arms.
The kitchen was already small, cluttered with items, and it was crowded that day, squeezing them tightly together.
Huo Chen's face turned as red as blood.
Xu Ying blinked in confusion as the hot oil instantly splattered.
She felt the hero's broad chest and firm muscles and couldn't help but sneakily poke them a few times.
Huo Chen, as if having his Achilles' heel touched, struggled to restrain his body's reaction and said hoarsely, "Don't move around."
Xu Ying had no idea how enticing she was at that moment, her eyes shimmering with moisture, her lips rosy, and every smile and frown tugging at his heart.
