As a man, like Murong Mian, he liked the girl in front of him.
How could Leng ran not see the undisguisable love in Murong Mian's eyes?
This little girl, who used to be so heartless that she didn't even know how to wash the dishes, was now ... Cooking.
Leng ran suddenly felt that this gaze was somewhat familiar.
He thought for a moment and was shocked. He had seen such a look on another man before.
But ... He ... Wasn't he already dead?
Leng ran touched the goosebumps on his body. It was probably ... It was probably because they both liked Ji Mianmian, so they looked at her in the same way.
Leng ran looked at Ji Mianmian again. Her slender back looked especially weak. She was standing in front of the claypot, scooping up a spoonful of fish soup, wanting to have a taste.
However, she had underestimated the boiling point of the fish soup. It was so hot that she scalded her tongue.
