Her eyes were full of anticipation.
Jiang Ning teased her, "Yeah, of course, it's for someone else."
Xue Yuantong pressed on, "For whom?"
Jiang Ning: "Someone who lives in a bungalow, works hard usually, is pretty, introverted, diligent, and thrifty..."
Xue Yuantong pouted, "Then it's definitely not..."
Jiang Ning: "It's you."
In an instant, Xue Yuantong's little face lit up with joy, "It's me?"
Jiang Ning answered in his heart: 'It was you in the past life.'
Actually, he nodded lightly, "Mm-hmm."
Xue Yuantong: "Hmph, at least you know how to be grateful."
It was clearly meant for her, yet he went on and on, praising her.
She felt sweet inside, as if she had eaten honey, her little body light as a feather, making all her efforts of washing clothes and cooking for Jiang Ning every day worthwhile.
Xue Yuantong admonished, "Next time, don't do this, it's too much trouble."
Jiang Ning: "It's no trouble, do you like it?"
