"I, Bo Yexun, am the public enemy of men and the ideal of women. How could I follow in his footsteps?" Bo Yexun raised an eyebrow.
Li Qiyu pressed the notebook against his face, "Scram."
"Qiqi, don't you have any love for your friends?"
After Li Qiyu finished washing up, this guy had even prepared a change of clothes for her. Not only did they fit perfectly, but they also had a goddess-like style. His taste was not bad.
On the bedside table, there was a warm cup and medicine, with a note pressed underneath:
[Take it easy, come out for breakfast after your hair is dry, I'll keep the soup warm for you!]
What surprised Li Qiyu even more was that Bo Yexun's culinary skills were actually quite good.
"Qiqi, aren't you tired of being so beautiful for so many years? Come, drink more soup to nourish yourself..."
"To pick up girls, you've really learnt it all, haven't you?" Li Qiyu sipped the delicious soup, poking fun at him.
