On hearing this, Maxwell was clearly not happy: "Who said I'm cooking? Do I need your guidance?"
"Okay, then I'll just wait for the ready meal." She didn't leave, just stood at the door and looked at him with a smile. Her pale face finally got a little red.
…
Maxwell's expression was extremely complicated. In the end, Alice stepped forward and took his hand which was holding the knife.
The moment their skin touched, the air teemed with silence. No one said anything, and Alice's breathing was especially clear.
His hands were very beautiful, the bones were clear and slender, and was not a bit extra flesh on his hands. Meanwhile, her hands were white, delicate and soft. The look and touch were both very strong, so she flushed even redder. Alice took the knife silently and said to him, "G
