Fenghua curled her lips.

The light cherry blossoms are like pink, charming and seductive.

……

How much does a silver tray with a rose twig pattern and a bowl of noodles weigh?

Permission to ask yourself.

The answer is definitely –

An eighteen-year-old boy wants to pick it up, and it's easy.

But why......

Holding its hand, will it feel so heavy?

It's so heavy that I can't bear it.

Hands, trembling slightly.

Before he had time to think about the reason, when the boy saw the girl turn around, leaving only a slender and cold and proud back, he acted faster than reason, and the man had already stepped forward to grab the slender and delicate wrist.

"Hiss......"

Fenghua couldn't help but gasp, and the skin held by the young man was filled with pain, like a scarlet cigarette butt pressed on it.

Burning, stinging.

The system pointed down and compared, secretly poking and disdain:

The acting is pompous.

I only give you 59 points for this performance, and I won't give you any more points, who told you not to eat noodles for others, hum!

Hearing the girl's low cry of pain, Xu subconsciously loosened her hand, and at the same time crossed a trace of doubt in her heart:

He didn't use much effort, how could he hurt her?

Don't......

That slightly incredulous thought was all the one he had when he pulled the girl's hand in front of him, and a red mark appeared in his beautiful glass-like eyes...... Turning it into reality.

also, turned into a deep surprise in the bottom of the heart, and finally turned into ...... A completely unfamiliar emotion.

From the depths of my heart, I broke the ice and hovered over my heart.

He thought, it must have been lingering for a long time.

“…… Noodles, did you make them yourself? Permission heard his own voice ring.

Slightly hoarse, there is a hint of unfamiliar emotions hidden, tight as strings, losing the softness of the past.

Maybe at this moment, it's the real him.

"You've found out."

Fenghua withdrew his hand, and a trace of obvious chagrin flashed between his delicate eyebrows, but his tone was so careless, even with a hint of cold and arrogant.

Pretend to admit awkwardly.

This is made by my own hands, and he is not honored by ordinary people.

I allow you to be moved.

Sure enough, as expected, the next second I heard the system prompt sound again:

[Ding!] The target character is licensed, the opinion is +10, and the strategy completion is 30! ]

Instead of holding the noodles and saying to him, 'This is the longevity noodles I made myself, I wish you a happy birthday!' ’。

Obviously, he discovered for himself that the noodles were made by herself, which was more shocking and impactful.

Isn't it?

If Xu Promise is just an ordinary girl who makes a bowl of noodles for him on his birthday, he may feel heartwarming and touched, but it is far less shocking than it is now.

Yes, shocking.

As the eldest lady of the Xu family, Xu has never touched the spring water with her fingers, and may not even have stepped into the kitchen door.

Her hands are used to practice calligraphy, drawing, arranging flowers, and playing the piano......

Xu Xu never imagined that one day, these hands, who only did elegant things in the impression of doing some elegant things, would wash their hands and make soup, and they would still be ...... Because of him.

Impressed?

Permission is not known.

He only knew that the shocking red marks on those slender jade hands that were burned made him just want to ...... Erase them one by one.

Restore it to its original delicate and beautiful appearance.

Realizing his own thoughts, the boy suddenly chuckled, and his voice was slight:

“…… Promise, you're such an idiot. ”

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Get up early in the morning to start the business of asking for tickets.

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