Bath small seven eyes droop, long eyelashes cast a shadow on the face, and suddenly flashed out: "Soup is ready..."

Before the night came to an answer, she rushed to turn off the fire.

Nightscape hugged his arm and watched Mu Xiaoqi skillfully turn off the fire. He put on gloves and carried the soup pot.

As he watched, his eyes, which could never reach the bottom, grew deeper and deeper. He stared at her earnestly, as if searching for something in her face, and as if missing something.

"Less night, you can eat." Mu Xiaoqi holds the pot and tries to make himself laugh naturally.

Pushing him away in...