Ling Lan laid lazily on her soft couch. She felt like she received a new life.
At the side, there were no leftovers on the plates. A pair of slender and beautiful hands were tidying the table carefully.
"I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good." Ling Lan was in a good mood. Her eyes were curved upwards like the beautiful crescent moon.
This scene was entirely different from Ling Lan's usual cold and proper image. Somehow, it was still mesmerizing.
At the rare sight, Li Lanfeng's hands trembled slightly. The plates he was holding almost slid off his trembling hands. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He exerted force on his fingers, managing to nip the plate between his fingers. Luckily, he didn't embarrass himself in front of Ling Lan.
