Yan Huan could not help but swallow his saliva.
She put down the cup. Actually, she should have been a little more firm. should she have said, “Don’t eat the food that is rubbed off”.
But she was really too hungry.
She raised her head and looked around. There was no one around. He was not around either. The kitchen light was also dim. Could it be that he realized that he had finished cooking and did not want to eat anymore? or could it be that there was rat feces in the bowl? or.., there was poison in it.
But in the end, she laughed.
Her first cold feeling was that her imagination was so rich. She could imagine the melodramatic plot of these television dramas.
That man wouldn’t do these things out of boredom.
