In the kitchen, Xie Zhiyuan rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing the sturdy lines of his forearms, where faint veins could be seen beneath the skin. He tied on a dark gray apron.
The apron strings were knotted neatly behind his waist, accentuating his lean, trim frame.
For some inexplicable reason, Jiang Nianxi suddenly felt her throat go dry.
Chapter 32