Fu Xiaohan stood up.

Tang Xingmi didn't know what he was going to do, so she didn't ask.

A few minutes later, Fu Xiaohan returned with a bottle of hand cream.

"Sweetie, give me your hand."

"Xiao Han, what are you doing with the hand cream?"

Tang Xingmi didn't quite understand, but she still obediently stretched out her hands.

Fu Xiaohan held her hand and squeezed some hand cream onto the back of her hand. "It can protect your skin and make it easier to unmold."

"Oh." I see.

After Fu Xiaohan applied the ointment to her hands, he also applied some to his own hands.

After applying hand cream.

The two intertwined their fingers, held each other's hands, and placed them into the purple liquid.

When the purple liquid came into contact with my skin, it felt cool and refreshing.

They held hands like that for a few minutes, and the purple liquid gradually turned blue. After it solidified, they slowly took their hands apart.

Fu Xiaohan picked up another model bucket from the coffee table.

I added a packet of modeling powder into the bucket.

Tang Xingmi sat to the side, responsible for pouring in the appropriate amount of water.

After mixing well, pour it into the container that held the cloning powder.

With their tacit cooperation.

The hand mask was done very quickly.

But this needs time to solidify.

Tang Xingmi was thinking that she hadn't hugged Naitang yet today.

She got up and went upstairs to the second floor, and Fu Xiaohan followed his wife upstairs as well.

The couple released the candy from the cage.

"Milk Candy, have you missed me?" She hugged the soft Milk Candy and kissed its face.

Milk Candy was also very affectionate towards her.

"Milk Candy, you're so cute, I love you so much." She let Tang Xingmi hug and kiss her.

Milk Candy's fur is so soft and fluffy, it's just too cute. Tang Xingmi can't get enough of hugging and kissing it.

Fu Xiaohan stared at Naitang and his own little darling.

They do look quite similar.

Milk candy is just as cute as welly.

No, that's not right. Guai Guai is much cuter than Nai Tang.

Seeing his wife hugging and kissing Milk Candy, he spoke up, "Wife, you asked about Milk Candy but not about me." His tone was tinged with jealousy.

Tang Xingmi, holding the milk candy, turned to look at him and asked, "Xiao Han, did you miss me today?"

"I miss you." He missed her terribly, and Fu Xiaohan made no attempt to hide his love for her.

Tang Xingmi hummed in agreement, then fed Naitang some more Timothy hay without saying anything more.

Fu Xiaohan: "..."

My wife only asked one question; couldn't she at least offer a more concrete answer?

Fu Xiaohan decided to take the initiative, and his deep, magnetic voice rang out, "Good boy."

"Hmm?" Tang Xingmi's gaze remained fixed on Naitang.

They didn't even look at him.

Am I not cute?

It means that if a candy is cute, you can kiss it. Does that mean if it weren't cute, it wouldn't get a kiss?

Tang Xingmi almost choked on her own saliva.

She turned to look at the man.

Why would Xiao Han ask such a question?

Staring at his handsome face.

I remember the first time I saw him, his face was frighteningly cold, and the only way to describe it was as an ice cube.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with cuteness.

Of course, it's not as cute as milk candy.

However, Xiao Han is still cute when he's being affectionate.

Seeing that someone looked like they wanted to be praised for being cute.

Tang Xingmi couldn't bear to discourage him, so she smiled and said, "Cute."

He pointed to his lips, "Here." He wanted the same care as Milk Candy.

Since he's adorable, he deserves to receive a sweet kiss, just like milk candy.

Tang Xingmi gave him a coquettish look, wondering why Xiao Han was comparing himself to a candy.

Xiao Han is really just a child.

He appears so mature in front of strangers, but in her presence, he acts like a kindergarten child.

Tang Xingmi gave him a sweet kiss.

I lightly touched his lips.

This made someone extremely happy.

Dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

The two played with the candy for a while longer.

Time flies.

The plaster hand mask has solidified.

They went to the living room on the first floor.

Tang Xingmi sat next to Fu Xiaohan, watching him peel off the outer layer of cloning powder and begin cleaning the residue off the hand mask.

A beautifully crafted interlocking hand mask is now complete.

Tang Xingmi gazed at the fruits of their labor, delighted. "Wow, so beautiful!"

She picked it up to examine it, but felt that something was missing.

It looked a bit monotonous. After thinking for a moment, she suggested, "Xiao Han, how about we write our names down too?"

Fu Xiaohan naturally agreed.

So the two of them took pens and wrote their names on them.

They then added their love seal and covered it with a beautiful transparent glass dome.

Perfect success.

Tang Xingmi couldn't resist taking out her phone and snapping several photos of the beautiful plaster hand mask before saving them to her album.

That evening, Fu Xiaohan brought her a basin of hot water, just like he always did.

Tang Xingmi sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book, while Fu Xiaohan squatted on the floor, washing and massaging her feet.

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After finishing his meal, Song Zhirang offered to help Zhou Yao wash the dishes.

Surprisingly, this young girl is quite skilled at cooking.

After eating Zhou Yao's cooking, Song Zhirang praised it highly.

Actually, Zhou Yao learned to cook from Tang Xingmi.

She didn't know how to do it before, and Tang Xingmi taught her step by step.

Mimi's cooking is much better than hers.

Zhou Yao passed by him. She had just been washing the dishes and some water had spilled on the floor, making the floor tiles a bit slippery.

Zhou Yao passed by him from behind, lost her footing, and almost fell.

Fortunately, Song Zhirang, who was standing near the pool, reacted quickly, grabbed her arm, and supported her by the waist.

Holding the young girl so closely made Song Zhi's heart pound.

They didn't dare look at her, and after helping her up, they quickly let go of her.

Song Zhirang asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Um, are you alright?"

"No, it's nothing, thank you just now." Zhou Yao's face was also a little hot.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat ambiguous.

"The floor is too slippery, I'll go get the mop."

Zhou Yao took a few steps back and shyly ran out of the kitchen.

Song Zhirang's heart was pounding, and she couldn't calm her excitement for a long time in the kitchen.

He recalled the moment he had his arm around her waist.

He had a previous relationship.

But he had never been that close to a girl.

It's still that sensitive area, a girl's waist!

Before, we had only held hands at most.

They've never even kissed.

She never even put her arm around his waist.

Zhou Yao took the mop and returned to the kitchen.

Song Zhirang took it from her hands, "I'll drag it."

"It's okay, I'll drag it."

The two of them tugged at each other, and before they knew it, the distance between them had closed again.

"Okay, you take over." Zhou Yao's cheeks flushed red, and she quickly let go of his hand.

Song Zhirang held the mop, a smile playing on his lips, and cleaned up the kitchen.

It was getting late.

"Thank you for your hospitality today. Well, it's alright, I'll head back now."

"Um."

After saying goodbye to her, I turned and left.

Remembering something, Zhou Yao ran to the door and said, "Wait a minute."

Hearing the sound, Song Zhirang stood in front of the stairs and turned around. "What's wrong?"

"Um... drive carefully on your way home."