Walking along the quiet path, Wenran looked up at the azure sky.
Clean and bright.
It's somewhat like that person's eyes and smile.
Luo Ling, let's leave what happened before, whether it was a coincidence or not, here it is.
I'm not going to hold it against you anymore.
Let me go, and let me go too.
but...
There's something he won't let go of; he'll fight to the bitter end until the very end.
Hatch, hatch.
Luo Ling bit her spoon, rubbed her nose lightly, and glanced warily at Zong Yujin.
Is the male lead thinking about him again?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a fragrant chicken leg in front of me. Could it be...?
He quickly reached out and pulled them all in front of him, bending down slightly, his eyes wide open, and the way he chewed the shrimp balls involuntarily quickened.
As if they were afraid of being robbed.
Zong Yujin was both annoyed and amused; what a heartless little brat.
He helped him earlier, and he even bought the food. What's wrong with sharing some with him?
"Hey, stop staring at me, I'm scared."
Luo Ling shrank her neck, but didn't slow down her eating speed at all.
Zong Yujin rewarded him with a roasted chestnut, saying through gritted teeth.
"Since you're afraid of me, then put these things down; I bought them."
This little guy is infuriating.
Ignoring the pain in her head, Luo Ling quickly grabbed the bag, hugged it to her chest, and patted it several times before snarling.
"I've touched them all, they're all mine."
The implication is: don't even think about it.
Zong Yujin choked, unable to find a rebuttal for a moment.
His lips moved slightly, but eventually returned to calm.
We lost, we lost.
With no one causing trouble, Luo Miao successfully ate until her belly was round and full, feeling completely satisfied.
Leaning back in the chair, touching his slightly bulging belly, he reminisced.
I'm full, time to sleep.
Looking at the person opposite him, he spoke with a smile.
"Zong Yujin, I'm going to sleep now. You should go eat, it's not good to be hungry."
"Then why didn't you leave me any?" Zong Yujin asked coolly.
Luo Miao's round eyes darted around, and she replied in a serious tone.
"How can I give you this kind of junk food? It will give you diarrhea."
Zong Yujin's composed face nearly collapsed as he listened to Luo Miao's serious-sounding nonsense.
He must be his nemesis.
Luo Miao jumped up and pushed Zong Yujin, "Hey, why are you being so indecisive? Let's go, let's go."
Typical of something that's used and then discarded.
The person who gets dumped feels it very clearly, but can't seem to get angry.
Zong Yujin was starting to wonder if she had a masochistic streak.
He despises those who fawn over him.
He cannot ignore what goes against him.
Why.
Luo Miao was certain that Zong Yujin had left, and a sly glint flashed in her beautiful phoenix eyes.
He quickly closed the door and slipped away.
There's no place like home.
He still finds it more comfortable to sleep in his own bed.
She threw herself onto the bed, rolled around several times, then grabbed a pillow, closed her eyes, and started to sleep.
Luo Miao, who was in a deep sleep, did not hear the system notification.
'Ding! The male lead's favorability is 89%. Please keep up the good work, host, and win him over as soon as possible to reach the pinnacle of life.'
At eighty, love at first sight begins with physical appearance.
From eighty-one to ninety years old, I like and am loyal to my habits and character.
From ninety-one to ninety-nine, love, captivated by one's own talent.
One hundred, to share a bed in life and a grave in death.
...
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Wenran nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, apologizing uneasily, her eyes, hidden by her bangs, flashing with excitement.
It came to me without any effort at all.