Luo Xiaoqian stared at Leng Zimo's hands cutting fruit. His fingers were very slender and the skin was well maintained. Such a pair of palms really didn't look like the palms of a chef.
Leng Zimo stopped for a moment, then continued to cut the water.
"I mean, we met before you came to the island."
This time, she no longer asked, but stated affirmatively.
The moment he stopped just now, the problem was already explained.
"I know you can understand me. Not only can you understand Chinese, you can also speak and write!" Luo Xiaoqian continued, her voice was very low, so low that only two people could hear it,
"Who are you anyway?"
Leng Zimo put all the fruits into the juicer, turned to look at her.
Her eyes were bright with anticipation, she was waiting for him to tell her the truth.
He was always unable to refuse such a look. He took a breath and hesitated on how to speak.
Did she... feel familiar with him?!
"Mr. L!" The kitchen door was pushed open and a bodyguard walked in, "Mr. Locke said we would have barbecue at the beach for noon."
"Okay, I'll get ready right away."
Leng Zimo immediately agreed, then raised his hand to press the switch. Soon, the juice flowed out and was put into the cup.
Picking up the cup, he carefully skimmed off the foam on it with a spoon, and then handed the cup to her.
The bodyguard walked in to get the grill, and Luo Xiaoqian didn't want to say anything else. She just stretched out her hand to take the cup he sent.
Noticing the band-aid wrapped on her finger, Leng Zimo frowned immediately, immediately reached out and grabbed the palm of her left hand, looked at her injured finger, and then looked at her face questioningly.
On the side, two bodyguards carried the grill and walked out. Passing by the two of them, Leng Zimo hurriedly lowered his palms, but still held her fingers in his palms.
His palm was dry and warm, Luo Xiaoqian did not withdraw her fingers and let him hold them.
She didn't speak until two bodyguards carried the grill out of the kitchen.
"I accidentally punctured it while fishing."
Holding her finger, Leng Zimo carefully removed the band-aid and looked at her wound. The wound had stopped bleeding and was not serious.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at her reproachfully and muttered "Idiot" in Italian.
Fool!
Hooking a fish can also hurt your hands?!
"You have to speak Chinese so that I can understand you." Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked into his eyes.
Leng Zimo raised his hand and brushed off a few grains of sand on her shoulders, "Idiot!"
This time, he spoke in Chinese.
His tone contained blame, annoyance, and more of distress and helplessness.
Just two words, but they contain strong emotions that cannot be resolved.
How familiar is this "idiot" sound?!
Does the fact that he is willing to speak Chinese in front of her mean he acquiesces to her guess?!
Luo Xiaoqian smiled proudly, "Are you finally willing to admit that you can speak Chinese?"
She smiled so brightly that he just felt sad.
Stretching out his arm, Leng Zimo raised his hand to hold her face.
Their eyes met, and she could clearly see the flames in his blurred gray eyes, and his black pupils were like the night that was about to drown her.
When he looked at her like this, Luo Xiaoqian's heart jumped anxiously, and her blood seemed to have rushed to her face, heating her face instantly like a flame.
Seeing those eyes approaching her little by little, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
