Wen Jin, Are You Insinuating Me?
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Most importantly, in Paris, authentic beef noodles looked unbelievably delicious.
Yu Anwan's appetite was piqued.
"Let's have breakfast, and after that, I'll take you out for a walk," Wen Jin spoke slowly.
However, Wen Jin's eyes were fixed on Yu Anwan, and a subtle smile played on his lips.
He had encountered countless women of all types.
However, this was the first time Wen Jin had seen someone like Yu Anwan whose eyes lit up at the sight of food.
Yu Anwan never pretended.
At least Wen Jin thoroughly enjoyed sharing a mealtime with Yu Anwan.
Your appetite would be good.
Yu Anwan nodded and took her seat without hesitation.
Wen Jin calmly sat across from Yu Anwan.
"It's quite hot," Yu Anwan remarked after taking a bite of the beef noodles and feeling the heat.
Wen Jin sighed. "No one's competing with you. Take it slow."
Yu Anwan stuck out her tongue, looking mischievously playful.