p with Huo Shaoting just the kind that can't be brought onto the table Wen Man wouldn't narcissistically think that because someone helped her, they fell in love with her. There aren't many Cinderella...Huo Xi didn't want to know.

She ate silently, ignoring Zhang Chongguang's burning gaze.

After finishing her meal, she looked up at him and asked, "Why aren't you eating"

Zhang Chongguang was just about to take the tray when he heard this, his slender fingers trembled slightly imperceptibly. He slowly gazed at her and spoke very slowly: "Xi, do you still care about me"

Huoxi's complexion was rosy, perhaps due to the nourishing soup he had drunk.

She said faintly, "Aren't we supposed to be living together for 60 days This is just normal conversation... Or do you want me to remain cold If that's what you prefer, I can."

She had barely finished speaking when he hugged her, holding her rather tightly.

His arms tightened, drawing her whole slender frame against his chest. His head was low, pressed against hers, his lips grazing the nape of her neck. It was a posture that seemed to enclose Huo Xi entirely within his embrace, like the vows they had made on their wedding day.was who, but such an atmosphere was the best. He finally couldn't help himself and lowered his head to kiss her lips.That tender touch, so naive.Upon their touch, his breath quickened.Wen Man pressed...