Nie Xiaoxun looked around and then pointed to her own nose, "Me?"
Gu Yichen's mouth twitched slightly, "Yes, you."
Nie Xiaoxun, still immersed in the skillful way Gu Yichen had just slaughtered the fish, obediently walked over, unexpectedly compliant.
Gu Yichen extended his hands, "Roll up the sleeves for me, my hands are dirty."
The moment Nie Xiaoxun heard this, her eyes widened instantly. She was about to explode with rage when she suddenly felt a chill emanating from Mommy Nie standing next to her.
She cleared her throat awkwardly and then, bracing herself, began to undo Gu Yichen's cufflinks and roll up his sleeves.
Although she usually appeared carefree, she was actually quite meticulous in this respect.
Layer upon layer, the white shirt's cuffs were rolled up, looking refined and attractive.
Gu Yichen lowered his gaze, looking down at her from his height. From this angle, Nie Xiaoxun's movements rolling up his sleeves seemed very tender.
