Undeniably, He Mingxiao's appearance was irresistible to her.

At this moment, because of his awkward posture, his sharp edge was weakened, and his hands, which were frozen red, added a touch of delicate fragility to his appearance.

Nan Xian's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the fingers that were pinching the abalone.

His fingers were also extremely beautiful, slender and long, with distinct joints, and his nails were neatly trimmed with rounded lunulae that gleamed with a healthy sheen.

Besides his eyes, Nan Xian's favorite things used to be his hands.

Stop! Stop!

What are you doing!

She actually looks at her ex-husband and fantasizes about all sorts of nonsense?!

Nan Xian felt a chill run down her spine and quickly looked away, silently picking up the pieces of her shattered moral compass in her heart.

She didn't notice that He Mingxiao, who had been serious and focused on applying the shell, suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth with great pleasure.

Nan Xian's cheeks were still burning. Feeling guilty and afraid that He Mingxiao would notice something was amiss, she quickly fled this "place of trouble".

As soon as she left, He Mingxiao immediately changed to a more comfortable sitting position and his hands moved quickly. In no time, he had cleaned the entire bowl of abalone.

He searched the house but couldn't find Nan Xian, so he returned to the villager's house where he and Lang Zhuo were staying.

Lang Zhuo was chopping vegetables when he saw him and winked with interest. "Hey, where have you been? You've been gone for so long?"

He Mingxiao didn't hide anything: "I borrowed soy sauce from Nan Xian and helped her with some chores while I was at it."

Lang Zhuo glanced at the unopened soy sauce bottle on the stove, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "You really don't miss any opportunities! So, any progress?"

He Mingxiao helped him pick vegetables, his eyes lowered, his gaze falling on his own hands, and his smile deepened.

"Of course, progress is very fast."