He was afraid that if he didn't agree, she would make him sleep in the study room again.
Seeing Zhao Zhan nod his head, Yue Jiaojiao let go of her hand and said obediently, "Then go quickly. Remember to add more chili when you marinate the meat."
Seeing her like this, Zhao Zhan's eyes also had a hint of a smile. When he stood up, he turned around suddenly while his lover was not paying attention. His hands were on the side of the bed, and his eyes were so bright that it seemed like he wanted to drown her in them.
"Jiaojiao?"
Yue Jiaojiao's eyes widened in shock. In the next second, he was enveloped by Zhao Zhan's powerful scent.
His lover ached her weak body upward. Zhao Zhan gently turned around for a moment before leaving. He rubbed the tip of his nose against her and said hoarsely, "Get well soon, okay?"
Yue Jiaojiao covered her reddened face and nodded obediently.
It was fatal.