The faint fragrance of tea lingered, deeply attracted Lu Yan. He really liked the tea, leaving people alone.

Lu Yan takes the cup, sips it again, looks up slightly, and looks to the other side of the kitchen.

at this time, Mu Chu Di didn't know what she was commanding Huo Xiao. She put her foot on the tip of her foot, chin on Huo Xiao's shoulder, head tilted intimately, head against Huo Xiao's cheek, and from time to time, there was a light laugh.

even at a distance, Lu Yan can feel the joy of moochu flute.

the smile on her face is even brighter than the fireworks. It's...