Han Zeyu's tenderness filled her heart, and unconsciously, she seemed to be used to this kind of light kiss.

Han Zeyu smelled the faint fragrance of An Mengmeng. This body fragrance seemed to attract her unnaturally. He had never been so attracted to anyone.

After a while, Han Zeyu left An Mengmeng's little face and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt much now, right? Let's go back and apply the medicine later."

"Well..." An Mengmeng realized that she was a little obsessed just now, and red clouds appeared on her face.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu... Gu Gu Gu..."

"Gu Gu Gu Gu... Gu Gu Gu..."

Both of their stomachs rumbled at the same time.

Han Zeyu touched his belly and said, "I'm starving to death!"

An Mengmeng nodded: "Well, if I had known better, I shouldn't have overturned the meal you cooked for me... Well..." An Mengmeng immediately covered her mouth subconsciously.

It's over, it's over. If Qingze knew that he wasted food like that, he would definitely be scolded to death by him.

"What? You overturned the food I cooked?" A trace of displeasure appeared on Han Zeyu's face.

"That... that... was because I was very angry... very angry at that time, so I... said that I wouldn't eat it and then overturned it..." An Mengmeng lowered her head, like a three-year-old child who was being taught a lesson by his father.
Chapter completed!