Song Yan's footsteps did not conceal Liu Yingying's. She looked at the dishwasher with a soft smile: "Is there anything wrong with Ink?"

"That's all right. I'm just here to see if there's anything I can do for you." Song Yan laughed, but his eyes glanced wantonly at Liu Yingying.

Feeling Song Yan's eyes, Liu Yingying couldn't help but keep her cheeks hot: "No, I'm enough alone."

"But I want to help." Song Yan's eyes are more wanton, but also more hot.

For a moment, Liu Yingying felt her heart beat faster and her eyes were more flustered. She turned around and continued to wash the dishes. "Ah Yan, I...