He Jinxuan's face was full of affection, how could he refuse: "Alright, I'll carry you there."
He was incredibly grateful now, having partitioned a room for washing up as Xinyan requested.
No need for makeup, after a simple wash, applied a homemade moisturizer, a perfectly poised beauty.
Perhaps because of last night's tenderness, her face was even more charming.
Once they came out of the washroom, the malt milk was almost cool.
Xinyan couldn't worry about anything else, she was genuinely hungry and uncomfortable, she took the cake He Jinxuan handed over and split it in half, eating one half herself and held the other half to He Jinxuan's mouth: "Let's eat together."
But He Jinxuan, this rascal, grabbed the cake that Xinyan had already bitten into, and took a bite himself, smiling widely.
Then he brought the unbitten piece to Xinyan's mouth: "Eat this piece."
They got addicted to this game, one bite each, finishing the cake and then they shared a cup of malt milk.
