Cold war

Guan Jingyi drank quite a bit. By the time he returned home, the light in the living room had already been turned off and the light in the dining room was still on. Guan Jingyi's sword-like eyebrows lightly knitted together as he walked towards the dining hall.

There was a bouquet of flowers on the table, as well as a large table full of dishes. It was not difficult to tell that she had personally prepared them.

Guan Jingyi strode forward and saw that under the weak light, the little woman sleeping soundly lying on the table with her head on her arms.

He only thought that she texted him that she wanted him to come back early so she could make up with him. Unexpectedly, she even prepared dinner for him.

Guan Jingyi's heart suddenly moved.