Miss Su This Is a Gift from Me

Looking at the bowl of meat porridge, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind. How great would it have been if he had touched her last night? Could he be responsible for her?

"Master, what's wrong?"

Only then did Ji Yunshu regain her senses. She lowered her head and looked at the bowl of porridge. The porridge was very viscous and had a hint of fragrance to it. She didn't need to taste it to know that it tasted good.

Something made by Su Jin Se had always been delicious.

"I'll eat …"

He had eaten countless porridge in his life, but this bowl of porridge had made him feel extremely warm and touched. He had an impulse that only teenagers would have, because this bowl of porridge was quickly taking root in his heart and could not be suppressed. Even if the rain did not stop, it would still produce a flower.

He made a decision in his heart that he had never thought of doing before. He wanted to protect a girl and be with her.