Xing Liehuo gave her a meaningful glance, his usually stern face softened considerably. He walked over, sat down at the square table, and naturally pinched her hand, his gaze locked onto her.
"The braised pork looks pretty good!"
Ugh, someone strike her with lightning, please!
She swore to the elderly, Lian Qiao really wanted to laugh!
If it had been before, she would never have believed that such childish words could come from the Fire King of Hell's icy mouth. Just thinking about it, the image of his former icy, king of hell demeanor was still fresh in her mind.
She couldn't quite understand how, in just a few short months, he had turned from a top-grade jerk into a top-grade fool?
Alright, she would do a good deed today and satisfy this weirdo's proud ego.
She picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks and brought it to his lips, her sincerity pouring out as she spoke—
"Open up... I know it's your favourite, I made it just for you, here, try it..."
