No matter how slow he Huan was, she could roughly understand what Qin mo was thinking. She continued to bite the Little Apple while looking at Qin mo.
Qin mo was quite direct. am I here to stay? you didn't ask for it, okay? "
his metaphor made he huan's face burn. it was red and hot. he was really shameless.
"Who's begging you!" he huan's voice was mixed with the sound of her munching on the apple. she muttered, " "You're the one who's shameless."
"you have to like it first, hmm?" Qin mo seemed to chuckle softly. Then, he turned around and continued to cook. Because the two of them were eating, he made three dishes and one dessert. Furthermore, they were the kind that was delicious.
He Huan bit her lower lip. She wanted to say something, but she swallowed it.
When men and women discussed such things, the woman was always at a disadvantage, because she could never be as thick-skinned as the man.
