C389 This sleep is different from sleep

He really was too relaxed!

Bai Dongting felt helpless. As he wiped his hands with a towel, he turned his head to look at the young lady who was wearing his white shirt and leaning against the door, lazily looking at him. When he saw her looking at his apron, a look of awkwardness flashed past his eyes.

This was the first time in thirty years that he wore an apron to cook