Personally cooked chicken porridge

Lan Xiao pouted gloomily.

She suddenly felt bad.

"Are you not willing to be with me? If you don't want to, you can just say it. I'm leaving now, so I won't disturb you."

don't, don't go, Yueyue! Wen Muchu's hoarse voice could be heard from the bathroom.

He said that he wouldn't let her go, but in the end, he was hiding and not coming out.

Hmph, all men are big pig trotters.

Before Lan Xiao could even put on his shoes, the bathroom door opened with a loud crash.

She turned her head and was stunned.

Wen Muchu had a bath towel wrapped around his body. His body was steaming and dripping with water. Like a flash of lightning, he quickly rushed in front of her.

He grabbed her wrist with his hot palm and asked in a deep voice, " "Don't go, Yingluo!"

Lan Xiao's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Even though he had taken a cold bath, his body was still burning hot.

The big palm that was holding her wrist was like a fire.

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