Won't Forget

Feng Jiu pursed her lips and smiled, "I think you are very pleasing to the eyes. The years are so quiet, the days are calm with sweetness, all this is not easy to come by.

Listening to her words, Xuanyuan Mo Ze's eyes seemed to smile as placed the bowl of soup on the table, reached out to her and held her hands affectionately, interlocking her finger with his as a voice filled with a hint doting and deep love from the mouth: "The days are still long, you can appreciate it slowly."

"Well, the days are still long!" She replied quietly, watching as she pushed the bowl of soup in front of him before she picked it up and took a sip.

"How is it? Is it still hot?" He asked with some worry.

"No, just right." This was a bowl of nourishing soup and after a few days of drinking a bowl of it every morning and evening, over this period of time, she felt that she had gained another round of weight.