"The family is poor, so we should save wherever we can."
Tong Yan: ...
Aren't you just trying to get a free meal? Why do you have to sound so pitiful!
If you're poor, then everyone under the sky is poor!
Tong Yan's face was written with the word "exaggeration" in big letters.
Bo Yimo chuckled, his deep voice pleasing to the ear, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes suddenly blossomed like flowers, indulgent and gentle, "I'm saving money for my sponsor."
Tong Yan's mind couldn't quite keep up; how was he saving her money?
Her face wasn't small, but it was a pretty oval shape, with big eyes and slightly upturned corners, giving a touch of allure. Her lips were beautifully shaped, a smiling curve that incited the desire to kiss. With her bewildered expression, he found it hard to resist.
He wanted to hold her in his arms,
Bo Yimo's eyes darkened a little, and he pinched her cheek, "Everything I have is yours, it's all in your care."
