The cold air outside the house was howling fiercely, the hotpot in the room was boiling, and a layer of condensation had plastered on the windows…
Song Fengwan scooped up a few leaves of spinach from the pot of chili oil and added some sesame oil. She ate with relish while drinking Coke.
Fu Chen raised an eyebrow. He hadn't realized that this girl enjoyed such strong flavors of food.
Qiao Aiyun was very happy. She ate hotpot and drank some liquor. Her face was pink from the heat. Yan Wangchuan didn't eat much and just kept looking at her…
When their gazes met occasionally, he hurriedly looked away again.
He was like a young boy who had never been in love, and there was a faint blush behind his ears.
Qiao Wangbei lowered his head and ate the mutton, fuming.
If you want to look, you should look openly. What are you hiding for?
