"At least you're trying to help me," Medeia huffed. "Unlike the system."
[Host, you're lying again!]
'Shut up and let me enjoy this moment!'
Lucian chuckled softly and reached out, brushing a bit of flour off her cheek with his thumb. His touch was gentle, lingering just a little longer than necessary. "Alright, let's do this together," he said, smiling.
Medeia opened her mouth, then closed it again. For a second, she forgot what she was supposed to say. Why did he always have to overwhelm her with his sweetness? "I—I believe in you, honey!" she blurted out.
He reached for the ingredients, carefully measuring the flour while Medeia mixed the butter and sugar. Unlike before, she actually felt a little less frustrated with Lucian beside her.
"Okay, now we need to knead the dough," Lucian said. He guided her hands, his fingers gently wrapping around hers as they pressed the dough together. The warmth of his touch sent an unexpected shiver down Medeia's spine.
