the scene she had designed and the foreshadowing she had wanted to lay down had all been ruined by his one sentence.
An Xiaowan looked up and quickly reacted. She smiled and shook her head, " "Supper has nothing to do with the matter. Mr. Huo, do you really not want it?"
she put on a silk nightgown, and as she turned around, the hem of the gown gently brushed against his feet, bringing a soft itch. huo shen's eyes narrowed, and his cold face relaxed.
after going downstairs, an xiaowan went into the kitchen and made a simple bowl of noodles.
there were vegetables and eggs in the noodles, and they looked very light.
she turned around with the bowl of noodles in her hand and saw a cold and tall figure standing at the door.
an xiaowan chuckled and rolled up her sleeves as she walked to the table. " come and eat. "
Her every move was filled with a woman's charm, but it did not seem frivolous and tugged at people's heartstrings.
