After waking up from a dream, I became the white moonlight of a paranoid wizard

Chapter 83 Will scare her
Cinderella retracted her hand nervously.

Arthur's fingertips were white and round, and the place where he brushed them seemed to set off a blazing flame, rolling over Cinderella's heart.

Her hands were too dirty to touch him.

Cinderella bit her lower lip lightly, her pure eyes unable to hide her timidity and inferiority, and she put her little hands behind her back and wiped them randomly.

"My hands are... dirty."

Arthur squatted on the ground and tilted his head to look at her. He reached out and scratched the dirty firewood a few times. His delicate and delicate hands were also blackened by smoke: "My hands are dirty too, sister. Now I am qualified." Touched you?"

Arthur's voice was gentle, and he lowered his noble posture to please her.

No one had ever held her up to such heights.

Cinderella just stared at him blankly, flattered.

She opened her lips slightly, but before she could say anything, her little hand fell back into Arthur's palm. Arthur didn't wait for her reaction, held her little hand lovingly, pulled it into his arms, rubbed it, and carefully held her hand. Wipe it clean.

Her hand was small, and his hand just wrapped it around her.

Cinderella couldn't bear to look at Arthur's dirty clothes.

"Sister, do you have to work so hard every day?"

Arthur seemed to be chatting, but his peripheral vision fell on Cinderella's little face and peered carefully. As long as this little girl nodded, he would let those unscrupulous women die without a burial place.

Cinderella's cheeks were slightly red, she lowered her head, awkwardly avoiding Arthur's sight, and murmured in a low voice: "I rarely come to the kitchen. They don't like the food I cook. Today... Ruien is sick."

Ryan?

Arthur didn't bother to think too much about who Ryan was.

This man is obviously full of scheming, but the smile on his handsome face is innocent and harmless: "Then let me help sister."

Probably thinking that Arthur was too easy to get along with, Cinderella smiled and couldn't help teasing: "Can you cook?"

"Of course it will."

Arthur raised his eyebrows arrogantly, protected Cinderella behind him, and fiddled with the spatula with unfamiliar movements, but the spatula seemed to be against him, and almost slipped out of his hand several times.

Arthur has only seen royal chefs cook and has zero actual experience.

I don't know if it was out of the man's belligerence, but Arthur turned away from his handsome face, not wanting Cinderella to see his embarrassment, but there was a warm touch on his cheek, and Arthur froze in place.

Cinderella couldn't help laughing after witnessing everything. She subconsciously stood up on her tiptoes to wipe away the soup that splashed on Arthur's cheek. Her fingertips touched his delicate and tender skin. Cinderella suddenly came back to reality as if she was electrocuted.

When their eyes met, Cinderella was the first to fall into Arthur's warm, watery eyes.

Those bright eyes contained suppressed joy and concealed longing, reflecting Cinderella's panicked look.

She's the one who's embarrassed, right?

Cinderella thought silently in her heart.

In just a short moment, Cinderella quickly retracted her outstretched hand, kept her little head hanging, and went to chop vegetables in front of the chopping board as if nothing had happened. Little did she know that the tips of her ears were already red.

Arthur was surprised by Cinderella's initiative, and gradually, he longed for more of her touches.

Seeing the little girl pretending to be calm and keeping distance from him, Arthur slightly raised the corners of his lips in a funny way.

Just wait, acting rashly now will scare her.

Arthur put his hands in his pockets and looked around the kitchen. On the red brick stove, there were two dead flies stuck in the greasy edges.

(End of this chapter)