Lu Shiran, who came back from his lunch break at home, saw the ceramic cup with a piece of tissue paper covering the mouth of the cup on the seat, and knew that the guy poured him another half cup of milk tea. There was no fluctuation on the surface, but he was helpless and a little happy on the inside. Seeing him being cautious but wanting to be praised, it really looked like, well..., What girls often call a little milk dog.
"Hey, I've told you eight hundred times not to pour milk tea into my cup. I told you that the girl who wrote our novel seems to have started writing again because she has gained a large number of fans. Can you keep a low profile?"
"How can I keep a low profile even though I only gave you half a cup? I haven't done anything shameful, so I can't pamper my wife." Jiang Sheng muttered in a low voice.
The old Jiang Sheng: It's none of my business, I'll deal with it myself, don't offend me.
After having a wife: My wife is afraid of the cold, so I put my little coat on him. Fortunately, it was just washed yesterday. I give myself a little reward by the way. My restless hands slid over Lu Shiran's seemingly thin back and slender waist. Of course, he took advantage of the class not paying attention and fell asleep with his wife.
Super possessive and aggressive × cold on the outside and soft on the inside
Intention: redeem each other, grow together, dare to face the future