a on her shoes, her back muscles tensed, her fists unconsciously clenched and relaxed, then clenched tightly again.The wound in her palm tore open again, blood dripping from her rough, calloused hands...The temperature on his leg traveled through the trousers, Xiang Wan fidgeted uncomfortably, “It’s mainly because Jiang Qingran was acting pitiful in front of him.”

"You're speaking up for him" He stood up straight, his face set in a grim line, forcing her to meet his gaze. Xiang Wan's gaze, he ate up the whole pot of bone broth gracefully and calmly, "No dessert after the meal""... Silence fell upon Xiang Wan, "No." With a pot of bone broth this big, and after a meal...