You dont have to stand on tiptoes, I just leaned over.

Wen Yimo stretched out his hand to catch the residue that fell from Lu Jingshens mouth.

The next second.

Lu Jingshen directly held her wrist, lowered his eyes and gently licked the residue from her palm.

"It can't be wasted."

Wen Yimo said: "..."

I didn't see you take a bite of the food on this big table, and I didn't see you say it was wasted.

"If you like it, I'll cook it for you tomorrow."

The gentle and sweet voice was slightly hoarse.

Lu Jingshen tilted his head, with a smirk on his lips.

"What's wrong with the baby's throat?"

Wen Yimo frowned slightly.

"Asking knowingly."

If she hadn't gone to Yunshan Wuyu with him last night and helped him...

how could her voice be hoarse?

Lu Jingshen hugged the girl next to him, pressed his noble and handsome cheek against the top of her head, and coaxed her in a warm voice: "Then, baby, be good next time, okay?"

Wen Yimo's innocent eyes Looking at him.

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