Yu Jingrong once again admitted that this man was stunningly handsome, but he was also very annoying.
Whether the porridge she cooked was good or not, whether she was poisoning it or not, what was it got to do with him? She didn't say it was for him to eat.
Really, they just got along fine last night, what's wrong with him? This morning he turned sarcastic again, was he not comfortable if he didn't hurt or ridicule people?
At this moment, Yu Chenxi, holding his milk, waved it toward Yu Jingrong indicating that he could just drink this, then he started eating a piece of bread.
"Brother, take your time!" Yu Jingrong continued to express concern, afraid that Yu Chenxi would choke.
Seeing her affectionately taking care of Yu Chenxi, with a pair of single-phoenix eyes, waves of light at the bottom, a smile on the corner of her mouth, cautious and gentle as water, even if the other party was Yu Jingrong's brother, Li Chengyun couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
