Jiang Xing'er's eyelashes drooped slightly, her profile delicate and cool, as she looked at the hot dog in her hand, seemingly lost in thought.
Her personal paparazzi photographer captured this moment.
[So it's Jiang Xing'er who doesn't eat onions and mustard!]
[Jiang Xing'er won't eat it? If you don't eat it, it'll get cold, and then it won't taste good. If you really don't want to eat it, you can give it to me!]
[The one above, scram! It's not that Xing'er doesn't want to eat; she's clearly moved by Ming Ge's profound affection!]
[Jiang Xing'er: What I'm holding in my hands isn't just a hot dog, it's a rich, heavy, and piping hot love!]
[Ming Ge is so considerate, too touching, I've decided to eat a cup of instant noodles to calm down, wuu wuu wuu...]
