Instantly, Gu Wan'an was petrified.
After returning to her senses, she deliberately pretended not to understand and played dumb; "I'm just afraid you're too tired and wanted to help you with a massage."
Gong Mingye looked at her and then lowered his eyes; "I'm not tired, I'm just a little hungry."
"Hungry?"
She retracted her claws, blinked her eyes lightly, and said attentively; "Then what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you"
Gong Mingye's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low; "I want to eat meat."
Gu Wan'an frowned; "Braised meat, sweet and sour meat, or crispy meat?"
Gong Mingye was silent, his eyes fixedly looking at her.
Meaningful, dark, and sullenly undulating.
Gu Wan'an looked at him and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his gaze.
Could he be acting like a hooligan?