Jian Tianlin flashed a rascal smile, "Of course you can, my darling. Come, let me 'personally' feed you the preserved fruit."
He deliberately stressed the word "personally," causing Xi An'an to blush even more.
Bai Feizhan closed his eyes and pursed his lips. Jian Tianlin pressed down on his shoulder, and in the next second, both of them couldn't help but make retching gestures.
"Bleh—"
Ugh, how disgusting.
Goosebumps are about to rise.
They looked at each other, and the disgust for each other was plain in their eyes.
Quan Tianqi watched the two drama kings and his lips twitched.
Are these two itching for some drama because the weather's dry lately?
"Nineteen, it seems you and Azhan are the true lovebirds. Should I just tell Maomao to give you two her blessing?" He smiled with clearly no good intentions.
Jian Tianlin gave him a white look, "Screw off."