A dark light slipped under the pupils of the man sitting opposite, and Ayin really knew the name of this secret dish!

Does that mean that there is really a connection between Ayin and his great-grandmother?

After all, in the secret recipe passed down by her great-grandmother, it was mentioned that this was her favorite dish, and the secret seasoning in it was known to no one other than her closest comrades.

Ayin was able to accurately name the dish just by eating a piece, what does this mean?

Could it be that Ayin is a descendant of his great-grandmother's comrades-in-arms?

Can... But isn't this too much of a coincidence?

The appearance of primitive humans was already surprising enough, and now there is some kind of connection with each other?

This really made him even more curious.

It's a pity that the information about the great-grandmother is stored in the secret cabinet of the Fox Clan's royal family, although he has already sent someone to get it, but now this sudden surprise really makes him very anxious, and he can't wait to go to the Fox Clan's palace in person, and guess Ayin's origin for the first time.

During this meal, Qingyin maintained a posture of burying her head and gobbling up almost the whole meal.

The man didn't seem to have stopped holding the vegetables in his hand, except for the occasional light taste, most of the time he was looking at the person sitting opposite him with doting eyes, his blue eyes were curved like a crescent moon, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth had not changed.

After a meal, Ayin completely collapsed on the sofa with a bulging belly, maybe it was because his mind was easy to get tired after the meal, or maybe it was because the person was already sleepy, and the woman fell asleep again without saying a few words.

Si Yunling on the side smiled dumbly when he saw this.

As the head of the Si family, how many people listened to him, they were sincerely afraid that their spirits were highly concentrated, for fear that they would miss something.

Only Ayin would be so lazy in front of him, so lazy that he was still listening to him one second, and the next second he fell asleep on the armrest of the sofa.

Shallow sighed, although the man didn't want the woman to fall asleep, he couldn't bear to wake people up.

In the past two days, his interaction with Ayin has been really pitiful.

Although the two will have contact in the operating room, it is for him after all, and Ayin will not talk to him much at all.

Plus last night's very bad scene....

This always made him feel an inexplicable panic in his heart, which made him desperately want to suppress it by getting along with Ayin.

He wanted to talk to Ayindo.

He wanted to hear Ayin's soft and melodious voice.

He wanted to see Ayin laugh.

It seems that only in this way can all the discomfort in his heart be dissipated.

But what can I do.....

His eyes fell on the woman's quiet and sweet sleeping face, and the man's blue eyes were full of grievances.

Gently covering the woman with a thin blanket on her legs, the man carefully narrowed the distance between the two, and looked at it so greedily that he couldn't see enough.

The woman slept very deeply, as if she hadn't had a good rest in days.

Hearing the slightly heavy breathing of the person on the sofa, the man's eyes, which were still gentle and doting for a second, suddenly changed.

A-Yin seems to be very sleepy today, I heard Si Quan say that A-Yin went back to the bedroom to rest without even having dinner after visiting the castle, and it seems that he had just woken up before eating, and how long has it been that he has slept again, and he has slept so soundly.....

Don't.....

..... Is it because he performed the charm technique last night?

That's why Ayin is so tired?

Thinking of this, the man's face instantly darkened.

He really underestimated the damage that the Enchanting Heart Technique had done to Ah Yin, and it seemed that he couldn't use it again in the future anyway.

It's just that at the thought of concealing his identity, the man's eyebrows involuntarily twisted together.

He knew very well that any more delay in the matter of his identity would make the matter more serious, and he had not considered taking the initiative to confess, but when he thought of Ayin's angry appearance last night, he always feared that things would repeat themselves.

What if the situation after the confession becomes the same as last night?

He really didn't want to be uncomfortable again.