Splash!
The kitchen faucet was turned on, releasing clear water from the pipes.
Just as Li Qiuzhi was about to wash the potatoes Lumine and the others had bought fresh, he saw Shenhe follow him inside, her long white hair silky smooth and her expression seemingly always tinged with aloofness and sorrow.
"Please let me help," Shenhe said, parting her soft red lips.
"No need. I couldn't possibly make a guest help cook."
Li Qiuzhi shook his head.
"There are some things I'd like to ask you."
As though she had not heard him, Shenhe stood beside Li Qiuzhi, close enough that the sides of their hips brushed lightly. She picked up a potato covered in dirt and began washing it under the same faucet.
A faint fragrance drifted from Shenhe, like that of an otherworldly immortal maiden, giving Li Qiuzhi a fresh understanding of just how much common sense she lacked.
Speaking of which, hadn't Lumine explained some common-sense boundaries between men and women to Shenhe?
Did she leave out details like this?
Otherwise, why would Shenhe still come so naturally close to him?
Li Qiuzhi quite enjoyed the way Shenhe unwittingly treated him to these little pleasures, though he always felt somewhat as though he were taking advantage of her.
But that sense of taking advantage also gave him a certain degree of pleasure.
"What did you want to ask?" Li Qiuzhi said, feigning composure.
Neither of them stopped washing the potatoes as they spoke.
Since they were sharing a faucet, Li Qiuzhi often brushed against Shenhe's fair, slender hands, which inexplicably brought another thrill of taking advantage.
I really am hopeless...
Li Qiuzhi felt rather helpless about himself. This was the first time he had realized so clearly how shallow he was...
*But contact with the opposite