047 Warmth Has Been Trafficked

rods below."Warming…" Ye Feimo, who had disguised himself as Moxiao Bai, eyes bloodshot with fury, swiftly moved forward and forcefully bent the sharp metal rod. He reached out to catch Warming, but i...048 Obscure Ye Er

Why did she agree so readily to make him a midnight snack It must have been because the voice on the phone was too gentle, and she had been tricked.

Miss Wen is very conflicted.

Her face was still swollen and painful.

Warm searched the refrigerator, finding noodles, chicken, eggs, and a bunch of vegetables. She took them out and prepared an egg and lean meat noodle soup for Ye Fei Mo. The kitchen was so clean that it seemed as if it had never been used before.

Does Ye Fei Mo not usually use the stove Then why are there foods in the refrigerator

Without overthinking, she boiled noodles while applying ice packs to her face. She was quite impressed with herself for multitasking.

The moment she finished boiling the noodles, Ye Fei Mo came downstairs, frowned at her, and asked in an unhappy tone, "What are you doing"

"I'm cooking noodles... Since you didn't want to talk about the phone call earlier..." Warm paused, then pursed her lips and said, "I thought you might be hungry, so I made some noodles."

Ye Feimo looked at her with a profound gaze. His hair was still dripping wet, and his robe was open, revealing water droplets on his collarbones that shimmered seductively under the lighting. He exuded an aura of dangerous sensuality. His eyes were dark and deep; she couldn’t decipher what emotions lay beneath his cold, intense stare, but it made her feel anxious and uneasy.

Had she done something wrong

Oh dear, Second Young Master Ye, even when you’re happy or unhappy, could you at least show a different expression Always looking so blank makes it hard for me to guess your mood.ing attitude."Our Xiao Bai isn’t a cat," said Wu Shuang calmly. "This small pet is a crossbreed of Persian cat and fox—it’s the only one in the world… Our Xiao Bai."Long Chengtian nearly spat out his...

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