In the steaming heat, Zhou Yan raised his head
"Xia Yanxi"
"Huh?"
"Do you want to fall in love with me?"
"Don't talk about it."
"Okay, then I'll chase you."
Xia Yanxi stared at her chopsticks suspended in mid-air, then looked at the tripe in the pot, swallowed her saliva, and asked sincerely:
"Zhou Yan"
"Huh?"
"Can I still eat it?"
Intention: Youth
