Xian Li was walking over slowly and happened to meet her eyes looking back. Those almond-shaped eyes were curved, and he walked to Dang Yu's side. He was not in a hurry to sit down, but leaned over slightly and joked in a low voice:
"Hey, you couldn't let me go in the kitchen just now, and now you can't let go of Aunt Wu?"
She was so close when she said this that Dang Yu could smell the faint scent of soap on her body, mixed with a little smoke from the kitchen fireworks. Dang Yu's ears felt hot, and before he could speak, someone on the table was already laughing.
The warm daily life of an intellectual big sister and a kind-hearted little white rabbit
Concept: The mountain road cannot speak, but it will point you to wherever you want to go