But when she saw Angel's appearance, her steps suddenly halted, and the bag in her hand fell to the ground with a 'thud', spilling its contents of tomatoes and potatoes everywhere.
Angel was still holding a glass of red wine, her long wine-red curls slightly damp, wearing Su Junhao's shirt, her graceful curves barely visible beneath it, exuding a variety of charms.
Jian Yanyan thought to herself, she probably could never look like that in her entire life.
Apart from cooking, she didn't understand romance at all, and she had never taken the initiative to watch the rain while drinking red wine with Su Junhao on a rainy night like this.
She slightly opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
She stood at the door as if she had been frozen in place.
It was Angel who spoke first, with a bewitching and captivating smile, "You're back?"
