An Linglu said to Ji Feiyan with rare affection: "It's my little luck to meet you."
"This is no reason for you to avoid washing the dishes." Sitting on the sofa, Ji Feiyan ruthlessly exposed her little conspiracy.
An Ling looked at the handsome back in front of the sink. It was a blessing that he could still remember her silently when she didn't remember him.
Fortunately, he waited for her and thanked him for waiting silently all the way.