He scooped a bowl for himself and sat beside her. He picked up a large piece of dragon meat and placed it in her bowl.
Yang Hongling received it gracefully without any pretentiousness. Looking at her face, she was calm and natural. Her beautiful eyes were the same. There was nothing strange about it. How could anyone guess? He couldn't guess it at all. He reached out his chopsticks and picked up a large piece of flying bird meat. He placed it in Zhang Ronghua's bowl and then lowered his head to eat the dragon meat noodles.
If it was Ji Xueyan or her, the girl would think that the chopsticks had just been used, and there was still her saliva on them. Even if it was a dish, she would also use the " shared chopsticks " instead of the chopsticks she used. This was her unique personality.
