In the living room without the main light on, one could hear Ayao's soft singing drifting over.
Lin Shuang's gaze followed the singing toward the direction of the kitchen and lingered there for a while, before a pair of somewhat icy hands touched his cheeks, turning his face back.
The sister-in-law in front of him had eyes that were as cool and clear as the temperature of her palms.
She didn't speak, but Lin Shuang roughly understood her intent: Look at me.
Lin Shuang caressed the back of her hand, trying to transfer some warmth to her.
"…Let's go help your sister prepare the ingredients."
Sister-in-law Tong Ge cupped his face, drawing even closer.
She repeated, "Hold me."
Although her voice was soft, it carried an undeniable message of "Don't think about leaving if you don't hold me."
But at this moment, her sister, the Maid Chief of the Lin family, Ayao, could come out from the kitchen at any time!
