She Simply Couldn’t Accept Such A Perverted Side Of Hers

Duoyao was stunned. She should be the one cooking by right, but the thought of preparing dinner gave her a headache. "Er… about that… I just came back from out of town and haven't had a good rest… I'm so tired."

Yan Molun knocked her head. "Lazy. Forget it; I'll prepare it since my girlfriend is the apple of my eye."

Apple of his eye…

Duoyao felt like she was almost going to float away. She asked softly as she blushed: "Am I really the apple of your eye?"

Yan Molun swept her a glance and ignored her, going straight into the kitchen. Not only did he bring vegetables, but he even brought fruit.

Of course, the fruit was left in the charge of Duoyao. Women must be pampered but couldn't be too pampered.