"What kind of filling do you want?" Huo qingge said with a smile.
Now, even if Ming Xiu wanted to eat the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, she would find a way to make it for him.
"Whatever, you wrapped it ... It's fine."
Ming Xiu felt that he could no longer use any strength in his legs.
He didn't want to fall here and be embarrassed.
He didn't want to eat dumplings, but at this moment, he wanted to eat the dumplings made by Huo qingge.
Huo qingge brought li beixiao back to their room.
Li beixiao looked around the room and immediately saw men's pajama pants. It was mingxiu's.
he's injured, so he'll be staying here for the next two days. I'll be sleeping on the hammock! Huo qingge said.
Huo qingge pointed to the hammock in the other room. She liked sleeping on that. when we get back, get me one too. I'll fall asleep very quickly.
Li beixiao pursed his thin lips and did not say anything. There was no sign of anger on his face.
