Su Muyao sometimes felt that Xiao Jihan remembered everything she said casually.
This vine chair was just as she had imagined.
On a sunny day, leaning on the chair and basking in the sun would be very comfortable.
Xiao Jihan didn't expect that just a moment of thoughtfulness would lead to her misunderstanding.
He knew she wouldn't drug him.
Xiao Jihan wanted to explain something, but he was not good at explaining.
His nature was originally cold and reserved, accustomed to restrained emotions.
"Thank you!"
Xiao Jihan reached out to take the bread from Su Muyao's hand.
There was nothing she cooked that didn't taste good.
Under Su Muyao's sincere and expectant gaze, he took a gentle bite.
Even his eating was silent, slow, and elegantly deliberate.
"How's the taste?"
"Hmm, very good."
Sweet but not greasy, rich and flavorful.
Su Muyao found his way of eating very pleasing to the eye.
