Millet porridge is warm and suitable for this temperature. After the thirsty throat is moistened, Jiang Xiaoyu's mind is somewhat uncertain.

She always feels that Xu Yiyang's time to wake her up is good. She can also eat when the bowl of hot porridge is cold.

"No." She shook her head again and denied the ridiculous idea.

She had done too many wishful things and ended up slapping her. How could she not remember so long?

"What is Jiang Xiaoyu talking about?" The housekeeper asked softly, not knowing what she was talking to herself.

"Ah... Nothing. Jiang Xiaoyu, who had returned to his mind, quickly gave him a comforting smile....