Xia Qingqian nodded and quickly walked to the fridge. Upon opening it, she found it was filled with baking ingredients. She took the cream that Beitang Che had specified, and as she closed the fridge door, she turned around and bumped into a solid chest. A masculine scent enveloped her, causing her to instinctively step back two steps, "Sorry! I didn't know you were here!"
"No worries, it's me who should apologize. Did I scare you?" Beitang Che chuckled twice, reached out to steady her shoulders to prevent her from bumping into the fridge behind her, "Careful!"
She composed herself and tightened her grip on the cream bottle, her face somewhat awkward, repeatedly saying, "Thank you! Thank you!"
"Are you okay?" Beitang Che asked with concern, his hands still firm on her shoulders.
Xia Qingqian shook her head, her gaze slowly drifting to her shoulders, and she moved slightly, saying, "Young Master Che, I'm fine, but... your hands..."
