Zhao Tiezhu looked aside for a while, but did not step forward. He took Wu Xin's slender waist and legs and laid his chin in Wu Xin's neck, whispering.

"What are you doing? So fragrant?"

Wu Xin heard Zhao Tiezhu's voice and turned her head in surprise. She looked at Zhao Tiezhu and said with joy.

"Iron pillar, you're here."

"Come on, you haven't said, what are you doing?"

Zhao Tiezhu naturally saw Wu Xin's joy and felt a little sad at once, but Zhao Tiezhu did not intend to go too far into this issue, so he continued to ask.

"I'm making some special dishes."

With Zhao Tiezhu's eyes,...