Chapter 335: He Wants to Preserve this Moment of Sweetness

"Shimo, are you cooking for me?"

Qiao Ran's cheerful voice interrupted Han Mo's uneasy words, sounding like an innocent child. She ran lightly to Han Mo's side and naturally hugged his arm. "You're cutting meat. Are you making stir-fried pork with eggplant for me?"

Han Mo lowered his gaze to look at Qiao Ran, and within those bright eyes, he saw the familiar purity and innocence from the past.

Han Mo knew she was drunk; she thought she was in a dream.

That's why she dared to be so unrestrainedly intimate with him.

Calling him affectionately, "Brother Shimo."

"You're drunk. I'm making Hangover Soup for you," Han Mo said, his gaze tender as he looked at Qiao Ran.

"Hangover Soup? No, I don't want Hangover Soup. You've finally entered my dream; I don't want to wake up!" Qiao Ran hugged Han Mo tighter, her voice pleading softly, "Please, don't make Hangover Soup. I don't want to wake up."