The smile had a bit of a profound meaning, and Sheng Jiayu felt a chill down her back. Her intuition told her that Mu Ke definitely didn't have anything good to say next.
Sure enough, Mu Ke's thin lips slightly parted: "Want to be considerate? Hmm... Exercise more, your physical strength is too poor, not conducive to us unlocking new positions in the future."
Sheng Jiayu: "!!!"
Who says he's aloof? Who calls him abstinent?
When it comes to being cheeky, he's no less than a veteran, okay?
Sheng Jiayu blushed, glared at Mu Ke, and turned around, walking away with a "thud thud thud."
Preparing hot pot is simple but troublesome, as you have to wash and cut a lot of things.
Sheng Jiayu sat on the sofa hugging the chips she just bought from the supermarket, occasionally glancing at the busy person in the kitchen. Actually, she could go help, but thinking about someone driving with no bottom line just now, her face burned like fire, and she didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
