The man's body stiffened slightly, his hands holding the butter and chocolate syrup paused for two seconds before Mu Ke slightly turned his head: "What's wrong?"
Jiayu rubbed her head against his back and smiled: "Nothing."
Nothing, really nothing, it just felt a little magical.
Thinking back to that day, Xin Ke unabashedly told Mu Ke that he was his substitute.
Who is the substitute for whom exactly?
After holding for a while, Jiayu retreated back to the living room, and from the corner of her eye, she could still see Mu Ke's tall and slender figure standing in front of the oven.
Outside the window, the night was dark, inside was his cool figure, along with those dusty past events she had just learned.
The world is indeed round, spinning around, what's meant to happen will still happen.
