Chapter 60

This apron was the simplest and most modest style available, unlike the one Jian An'an was currently wearing, which was trimmed with lace. The one Li Shaoting wore had been a freebie from the supermarket when Jian An'an had gone out shopping. She had only taken it back then, thinking it might come in handy one day, never imagining it would actually end up on Li Shaoting. Li Shaoting lowered his head slightly and saw Jian An'an diligently tying the apron for him. Her hands reached behind his back to fasten the strings. It looked almost as if Jian An'an were embracing his waist from the front, a gesture of great intimacy. From his vantage point, he could see her long, curled lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, brushing against his heart and making it itch with a strange sensation.