Villain: Auntie, you don’t want your sisters to know about this, right?

Feng Liu made a decision in his heart. He gathered his thoughts and listened to Ling Ling's story. He occasionally interrupted to make Ling Ling, a little girl, feel the warmth of being cared for and valued.

At the same time, He Yun was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, secretly watching the interaction between Feng Liu and Ling Ling from time to time.

"It would be great if I could see such a warm scene every day after get off work..."

She murmured, her eyes complex.

"Aunt He Yun, let's help you!"

At this time, Ling Ling jumped off the sofa, ran into the kitchen with short legs, and shouted in a sweet voice.

He Yun smiled and said: "No need, Auntie can do it alone."

"I can help you wash the dishes."

Ling Ling said crisply. After saying that, her little hands had already grabbed the ingredients on the chopping board.

"Ok."

He Yun shook her head and chuckled, reaching for the kitchen knife, but she touched a touch of softness.

"Let me help too."

A clear voice came from her ears. He Yun turned her head and looked to the side, and found that Feng Liu had stood behind her at some point and reached out to grab the knife, but she grabbed Feng Liu's hand.

He Yun was startled, her heart pounding. She had seen strong winds and waves, and she couldn't help but feel shy like a young girl.

I have to admit that Feng Liu is indeed very handsome, especially those eyes, which are as deep and charming as stars, which is simply fascinating.

Especially now that they were so close to her, their breaths were intertwined, and they could both smell each other's breath.

He Yun, who was always calm, couldn't help but panic. He withdrew his palm in a panic and waved his hand stammeringly: "Feng Liu, you go and have a good rest. I said I would cook the food myself. How can there be any reason to let the guests do the work?"

She retracted her hand, but subconsciously took a step back, her back and Feng Liu's chest touching each other, so close.

He Yun's delicate body stiffened, and the heat on her face rose instantly.

Such a scene made her panic, and all kinds of pictures kept flashing in her mind.

Feng Liu smiled and said, "This little girl Ling Ling is here to help. What's wrong with me just sitting here?"

"Oh, okay, then you can chop the vegetables."

"How?"

He Yun said angrily: "Your swordsmanship is superb. You can chop vegetables easily. Do you want me to teach you step by step?"

She quietly glanced at Feng Liu's slender hand holding the kitchen knife, and her heartbeat accelerated rapidly again.

"I mean, you are so close to me, how can you cut it?"

Hearing Feng Liu's teasing words, He Yun immediately realized that she was overthinking, and was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack to get in.

Feng Liu smiled disapprovingly, lowered his head and said in He Yun's ear: "If Sister He wants to teach me step by step, I will also be happy to learn."

This extremely ambiguous posture made He Yunfang's heart tremble, and she almost screamed uncontrollably.

"Auntie, how do you wash this abalone?"

Fortunately, Ling Ling broke it out loudly, allowing her to suppress her inner restlessness in time and feigned anger: "You slippery-tongued brat."

After saying that, she turned around to help Ling Ling, but her heart was still shaken.

"If I had known, I would have asked Ling Ling to come another day..."

After the meal, He Yun barely took a few bites, and her heart was pounding.

Feng Liu seemed to notice something strange about her, but he didn't expose it. He still chatted with Ling Ling as if nothing had happened, making her giggle.

After dinner, when the two sent Ling Ling back, it was getting late. As a gentleman, Feng Liu had to accompany He Yun home.

On the way, he suddenly smiled and asked: "By the way, what were you thinking about just now? Why are you always absent-minded when eating?"