"Oh!" Ji Xueyan gave a long reply.
Her worried heart relaxed. They were just friends! Thinking about it, it made sense. Yang Hongling was arrogant and condescending. She did not put any man in her eyes. For so many years, there had been no rumors in the capital. How could she be moved?
Thinking of this, he felt much better. His thoughts were clear, but the expression on his face did not change. It was always that cold and peaceful appearance.
He took the initiative to pick up the fruit knife, cut a ginseng fruit, and handed it over."Here!"
"Thank you!" Zhang Ronghua caught it and took a bite. The ginseng fruit was very watery, and the two of them were very close to each other. It splashed onto Ji Xueyan's face, and the thick white pulp slid down her delicate cheeks and onto her red, alluring lips.
Eh!
"I'm not deliberately, I'm not"
He handed over a piece of soft paper.
