Luo Xiaoqian returned his smile, then embraced the little guy running over, "Was it Uncle Zimo who did this?"
"I washed the vegetables and set the tableware," Luo Jun said.
"Yes, we worked together," Leng Zimo also walked over, his gaze landing on the wine she was holding, "Shall we open it?"
"Of course, it's specially bought to celebrate for you," Luo Xiaoqian handed over the wine.
He raised his hand to receive the wine, holding her hand along with the bottle.
Their skin touched, and it felt like a sudden electric shock. Her face warmed slightly, yet he tightened his grip, leaving her no chance to escape.
"Mo Mo, help mom get the slippers."
The little guy obediently ran to the hallway, and he leaned in, giving her a light peck on her lip.
His action was too quick and sudden; before she could react, he had straightened back up, taking the wine from her hand, "Where's the wine opener?"
