Liang Si-Yao walked into the kitchen while Xia Lei was still washing the vegetables, wearing the dress he’d bought her. The top half was purple and bottom black, stitched together and matched with a belt. She looked good in it. However, she covered her neckline with her hands as if afraid that something important would be exposed and her face was red with embarrassment. 

“Have you come to help out in the kitchen, my dear Senior Disciple? You have to change though, or you’ll get your clothes dirty,” quipped Xia Lei.

“Who said I’ll be helping you? I came to…” Liang Si-Yao suddenly turned around and said, “Help me zip up.”

“Uh…” said Xia Lei awkwardly. 

“There’s just you and my dad at home. I’m not going to ask my dad to help me, am I? Hurry up. It’ll be super awkward if my dad sees me like this in front of you,” said Liang Si-Yao. 

Xia Lei reached...