Mo Mo scooped the soup that she had cooked for two hours into a bowl and gently stirred it with a spoon. "I cooked this for a long time. It's very helpful for your recovery."
Mo Mo brought a spoonful of soup to Xiaoyang's mouth.
"I don't want it. Take it away." Xiaoyang turned his head to the other side.
I've never treated this girl nicely. Why doesn't it bother her at all?
Mo Mo did not let it get to her at all. She moved the spoon to Xiaoyang's mouth again…
Xiaoyang frowned and turned his head away again.
No matter how many times he refused, Mo Mo's spoon followed his mouth tirelessly.
At the sight of this, Jian Dan wondered if the person in front of her was really Mo Mo.
That great artist who did things her own way has such a patient side?
The power of love is so great.
It could make a person undergo such a huge change…
However, this scene felt a little sweet for some reason.
