In order to eat the He Jian brand wontons that are widely praised by Zhenxing Studio, Cheng Juefeng specially propped himself up on the edge of the workbench, resting his head in his arms and quietly looking at He Jian from bottom to top.
He Jian seemed to have been immune to Cheng Juefeng's color attacks for a long time. Knowing that he must have something to say, he only glanced at him and then looked back.
"What do you think I should eat, bitch?"
"Mistral wind."
"... Don't I deserve that kind of lovely food?"
He Jian laughed, glanced at him again, took off his jacket and walked towards Cheng Juefeng like a big cat.
He rubbed Cheng Juefeng's neck with his cheek and stared at him with a smile, like a little leopard staring at its prey outside the grass, "Huh? What cute food did Juefeng say~"
Cheng Juefeng also smiled. He felt that he now——
I'm really hungry.
Daily fascination, little leopard appearance, big cat milk ferocious heart, daily self-doubt, but in fact, it has its own healing function. It is a factory-made high-quality attack, an awkward duo, a double twist combination, and the sympathy of Oreo cookie skin.
The person in the dream that I can't wait for, when you come, my heart will be resurrected.