The wolf cub who wants to eat tofu all the time and maintains the aristocratic persona, and Uncle Qingshou who is obsessed with reflex arcs all the time and pretends to be deep.
This is a decisive battle between the spring breeze and the autumn wind.
Before it started, Lin Yi raised a white flag: "I surrender, I surrender, what spoils do you want? I'll give it to you, okay?"
Gu Yan gave a rare smile: "Okay."
Lin Yi: "Hey, I'm just saying casually, I'm hungry, I'll go home and eat first."
Gu Yan: "It's too late."
Lin Yi:......
This is the second half of the book, but it's not very relevant. If you're interested, you can go to the column and take a look. It's also great to read this book directly.
Gu Yan: The world sent me to you, and from now on, all that comes to my mind is your face.
Lin Yi: I'm so touched.
Gu Yanchao wondered: Is there more?
Lin Yi: No more.
After thinking about it, I'd better give you a kiss to encourage you.