Wang Ran's expression froze.
He hadn't decided when to eat the steamed bun yet, but the bun was already drooling over him.
Piercing through the womb.
His feelings were somewhat disordered.
He stood at the door, unsure what to do for a moment; should he rush in eagerly, or should he sneak away on tiptoe?
He was caught in a struggle.
Rush in?
Wang Ran's expression froze again.
He still hadn't made up his mind about when to eat the steamed bun, and yet the bun was already drooling over him.
Piercing through the womb.
His mood was in disarray.
He stood in front of the door, momentarily unsure whether to rush in eagerly or to tiptoe away.
He was entangled in indecision.
Should he rush in?
Wang Ran's expression froze once more.
He hadn't yet decided when to eat the steamed bun, but the bun was already drooling over him.
Piercing through the womb.
But knowing full well Yiya harbored ulterior motives against him, how could he volunteer to deliver himself to her doorstep?