"I'll help you wash the dishes."
After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Yu Liuliu took the initiative to help.
Just as she stretched out her hand to collect the dishes, seven had already grabbed her wrist.
He exerted a little strength, and her entire body was pulled in front of him.
The two of them were almost standing face to face. The moment she raised her head, she bumped into his deep gaze.
It was as if the eyes contained the entire galaxy, as if they could absorb a person's soul.
At that moment, Yu Liuliu's mind went blank.
"My mother said that washing detergent hurts the hands. A true gentleman can not let a woman wash the dishes. Moreover, I have a dishwasher in my kitchen."
Seven pretended not to see her dazed look and continued to approach her.
He almost locked her between his chest and the dining table. Their breaths soon intertwined.