As the two approached the stairwell, Tang Xiaowan happened to bounce down, wearing a gray shirt paired with jeans and a lopsided braided plait.
"Wow, it smells so good!"
Leng Lingxiao was first taken aback, then he smiled indulgently, "Have a good two bowls later."
He had intended to eat in the bedroom.
The recovery was quite swift!
But why does this outfit look like mine?
"Huahua, look, do I look cool?" Tang Xiaowan followed closely behind Leng Lingxiao and asked with feigned seriousness, "Do I resemble a dashing gang leader?"
"You look beautiful, truly a sight for sore eyes!"
Tang Xiaowan was taken aback at the response, "Not cool?"
With large, captivating eyes and elastic lips, her tender, fair face looked the epitome of youthful and pretty.
There was a bit of coolness, but even more striking was her cuteness.
"Cool, you're much cooler wearing it than I am," Leng Lingxiao swallowed and couldn't help but entertain some thoughts.
"That's not true; you're the coolest!"
