Chapter 660 - Jun: I Can’t Hold the Toothbrush
Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day
Translator: Atlas StudiosEditor: Atlas Studios
There were four or five dessert chefs standing in the kitchen. Jun Shiling was surrounded by them and was looking at the ingredients beside him seriously.
Hearing Xia Wanyuanâs voice, Jun Shiling looked up. His hand was still stained with flour.
âAre you done?â Jun Shiling smiled. âWait for me in the living room first. Iâll be right there.â
Xia Wanyuan looked at him suspiciously before returning to the living room.
Not long after, Jun Shiling walked over with a small plate of exquisite snacks.
âTry it.â Jun Shiling picked up a piece and handed it to Xia Wanyuan.
Xia Wanyuan opened her mouth and bit it. It was neither sweet nor greasy, and it was fragrant and pleasant. It was the peach blossom crisp that Xia Wanyuan liked to eat very much.
âWhy did you suddenly think of doing this?â Xia Wanyuan chewed twice and Jun Shiling handed her a cup of warm water. It diluted the sweetness and left a fragrant taste.
âknow how to make desserts too.â Jun Shiling fiddled with the peach blossom pastry on his plate as if he did not care. âIf you want to eat it, Iâll make it for you. Donât eat what others bought, okay?â
If one looked carefully, Jun Shiling looked calm, but the hand on his other leg was curled up slightly.
He had never suspected that Xia Wanyuan and Wei Zimu would have anything, and he did not dare to throw away what Xia Wanyuan had brought back.
However, at the thought that Xia Wanyuan would eat what Wei Zimu bought, his heart ached.
He could learn how to cook dessert and rice.
âWhatever he did not know in the past, he was willing to learn, as long as Xia Wanyuan liked it
His only request was that he did not want Xia Wanyuan to be associated with anyone.
Once Jun Shiling said this, Xia Wanyuan could remember the bag of pastries she had brought back in the evening. She was about to say something when she saw Jun Shilingâs hand fiddling with the dessert.
Xia Wanyuan pulled his hand over to take a look. There were a few small blisters on the edge of his index finger. âWhy didnât you tell me you were injured?â
âItâs nothing. It doesnât hurt.â It was just a little blister. Jun Shiling didnât think much of it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xia Wanyuan held Jun Shilingâs hand and forced him to return to the bedroom with her, carefully disinfecting him.
Jun Shilingâs eyes darkened as he watched Xia Wanyuan treat his wound seriously.
âBaby.â
âMm.â Xia Wanyuan gently applied the ointment on Jun Shilingâs hand.
âI know how to make dessert and Iâll learn how to cook Sichuan dishes. I can learn how to make cake and ice cream.â Jun Shiling stopped talking. He knew that Xia Wanyuan could understand what he meant.
âMm,â Xia Wanyuan replied.
After a while, after treating Jun Shilingâs wound, Xia Wanyuan put his hand aside and looked up into his eyes.
âI donât think I told you.â Xia Wanyuanâs eyes overflowed with a fine smile.
âWhat?â Jun Shiling was attracted by her smile and asked subconsciously.
âActually, you donât have to learn anything. I like you very much too. Even if others know everything, it has nothing to do with me.â
Jun Shiling suddenly clenched his fists, not even realizing that his wound was twitching.
âReally?â Jun Shiling stared intently into Xia Wanyuanâs eyes.
âMm.â Xia Wanyuan nodded and stood up. She took the initiative to hug Jun Shilingâs neck and sat in his arms.
Jun Shiling reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. âIf not for the fact that you worked too hard last night, I wouldnât have let you sleep at all today.â
Xia Wanyuan punched Jun Shiling angrily. âShut up.â
The comers of Jun Shilingâs lips curled up as he whispered something in Xia Wanyuanâs ear, causing her to blush.
âJun Shiling! You werenât like this in the past.â
Jun Shiling blew at Xia Wanyuan. âMm, itâs your fault that I became like this after meeting you.â
Xia Wanyuan struggled for a while. Realizing that she could not escape Jun Shilingâs restraint, she gave up.
âTm tired. Sleep. Donât do this anymore in the future.â Xia Wanyuan pointed at Jun Shilingâs hand.
âDonât you like to eat it?â
âBut youâre not a chef. You can just cook once in a while. My heart aches when youâre injured.â Xia Wanyuan looked at Jun Shilingâs injury and sighed in her heart.
Jun Shiling felt that even if the wound was ten times more serious, it was worth it to hear Xia Wanyuan say âmy heart achesâ.
âGot it. Now, let me help Madam Jun wash up and sleep?â Jun Shiling stood up.
In the bathroom, Jun Shiling had just reached out when Xia Wanyuan took the cup.
âLjust applied ointment to your hand. You canât touch water. Iâll do it myself,â Xia Wanyuan said as she squeezed the toothpaste herself, brushed her teeth, and washed her face.
âWhen she was done, she realized that Jun Shiling had been standing by the side and watching her quietly.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âMy hand is injured.â Jun Shiling raised his hand. âI canât hold my toothbrush and cup anymore.â
âXia Wanyuan looked at Jun Shiling in amusement, took his toothbrush, and squeezed the toothpaste on it. âAh ~ Open your mouth..â