Mu Ning paused before looking toward the kitchen.
There, Liam stood in front of the stove wearing a simple black apron over his casual clothes. He was skillfully flipping pancakes while frying eggs in another pan.
The warm lighting bathed his figure, making the entire scene surprisingly domestic.
Mu Ning slowly whistled.
"Wow...this man would look ridiculously handsome wearing nothing but that apron."
Thanks to his enhanced hearing, Liam naturally heard every single word.
However, instead of turning around, he deliberately continued cooking as though he hadn't heard anything.
Mu Ning's gaze shamelessly drifted downward.
Oh my God... What a beautiful backside. I really want to slap it just once...
Before the dangerous thought could develop any further... Smack!
Someone slapped the back of her head.
Mu Ning rubbed the sore spot before glaring at Mu Jin. "What was that for?"
Mu Jin rolled her eyes.
