1604 Feeling Like He Is Pinching Her Waist

Unexpectedly, Han Zhuoling took it all.

But soon, those hands with well-defined joints and clean nails were blocked by plastic gloves.

Shi Xiaoya disappeared before she had time to look carefully, her face full of regret.

Han Zhuoling looked over from the corner of her eyes, wondering what the little girl was thinking, the expression on her face was so rich, she seemed very sorry.

With drooping ears, Shi Xiaoya took out a toothbrush specially used for cleaning and gave it to Han Zhuoling, "Just use this, and focus on the stomach."

Fortunately, they didn't buy much, although it was a catty, but because of their large size, they only looked like about twenty.

"Then there are scallops and oysters. Their shells are relatively dirty, so they should be cleaned in this way." Shi Xiaoya put everything away for him.

She found a new apron, and Shi Xiaoya could see it a little bit now.

Others use it, but he doesn't.

Then he explained, "This apron is clean, and it is usually kept at home for changing and washing."

Han Zhuoling saw that the apron was also cute, so he knew it belonged to Shi Xiaoya.

"Put it on for me." Han Zhuoling raised his hands to her and explained, "It's inconvenient to wear gloves."

And the gloves have already touched the crayfish, so they are wet and not clean.

Shi Xiaoya didn't think about anything else. Seeing Han Zhuoling lower her head, she held up the collar of her apron to put it around his neck.

It's just that Han Zhuoling is still a bit tall even if he bends down and bows his head, and Shi Xiaoya has to stand on tiptoe.

As a result, just as he put it on, he couldn't stand on his feet, so Shi Xiaoya swayed forward.

She was so shocked that she subconsciously searched for the nearest place to support her, but she ended up on Han Zhuoling's shoulder.

Han Zhuoling was lowering his head, his lips were just about to wipe Shi Xiaoya's forehead.

When Shi Xiaoya was nervous and at a loss, she could clearly feel his breath on her forehead, which was very hot.

It's cold now, and the air conditioner is turned on to keep the house warm, but it's not that warm yet.

As a result, as soon as Han Zhuoling took a breath, Shi Xiaoya felt hot all over, and she couldn't feel any coolness anymore.

She raised her head subconsciously, and she didn't know why Han Zhuoling kept her head down.

As a result, when she raised her head, she happened to meet Han Zhuoling's face, and she was so close.

As long as Han Zhuoling or her, one of them moves forward a little bit, they can kiss each other.

Shi Xiaoya was stunned.

Han Zhuoling didn't expect that she would suddenly raise her head, and it was the first time that she was so close to her.

Even when she was doing his makeup, the two of them had never been this close.

Now the breaths of the two who are close to each other are entangled. Every time Shi Xiaoya inhales, what is brought into the nasal cavity is Han Zhuoling's breath.

When she was about to back away in a hurry, her waist was suddenly held by him.

The waist was firmly held by his palm, and the scalding heat from his palm was ironing her waist.

Obviously her home clothes are not too thin, but she can still feel the temperature of his palm so clearly.

How hot his palm must be!

Shi Xiaoya looked at him nervously, "Ling...Young Master Ling..."

Han Zhuoling acted as if he didn't hear, holding her waist with both hands, feeling that her waist seemed a bit too thin.

The fingertips of his hands were almost touching.

Thinking of this, Han Zhuoling unconsciously increased his strength and gathered her waist.

Shi Xiaoya: "..."

How does it feel like he is pinching her waist!