However, she felt that she could prepare a table of breakfast to satisfy him. She had always been very confident in what she was doing.

Fu Yanye stood aside and watched silently. Seeing that water was splashed on her body, he subconsciously began to search around the kitchen.

Finally, I opened the cabinet and found a new apron, which was yellow and green.

Zhuo Jian glanced at what he was doing while washing rice, and thought he was going to do it himself, so she said, "I can do it myself."

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, he just held the apron behind her and wrapped it around her slender waist.

He had always thought her waist was quite thin. It was not until this moment, when the apron was almost wrapped around her waist, that he realized that it was really not that thin.

Zhuo Jian was so shocked by his sudden move that he straightened up and held his breath for a long time without daring to let it go.

His hands were casually tying the belt behind her, and he asked: "What kind of knot do you like?"

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian was so nervous that her voice became hoarse.

"I can tie the bow in three ways!"

"Then, it's up to you!"

Zhuo Jian felt that his hands were moving back and forth, and her lower back was getting hot through a thin layer of fabric.

Fu Yanye didn't say anything anymore, but really changed the three methods, and then finally used the first one. After doing it, he raised his eyebrows: "It looks much more comfortable this way!"

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Fu Yanye's dark eyes raised, and the black suspenders in her white shirt were looming. If a basin of water fell on her now...


Chapter completed!