If possible, would we be together? Xi Ziyuan thought silently, but then shook her head, what was wrong with her, the fiery red lavender on her arm could prove everything.
To get love, there must be a price of blood.
Touching the mark on my arm, I remembered the words of the mysterious woman, the love of revenge, the mark of love...
Who was she? It no longer mattered, but her words made Xi Ziyuan unable to calm down for a long time. On the road to revenge, there must be noble people to help...
What Xi Ziyuan is now concerned about is who that noble person will be...
After a while, Ling Yifeng opened Xi Ziyuan's door with steaming porridge.
Bringing the porridge in front of Xi Ziyuan, Ling Yifeng picked up the porridge, put it to his mouth and blew on it, then put the spoon to Xi Ziyuan's mouth, "Come on, open your mouth, I'll feed you."
Xi Ziyuan looked at Ling Yifeng's action and couldn't help laughing, "It's not that I can't eat by myself, so I don't want you to feed me."
Xi Ziyuan didn't care at all that her current tone sounded like a girl acting coquettishly to her boyfriend.
"No, be good and I'll feed you," Ling Yifeng persuaded Xi Ziyuan as if coaxing a child. Xi Ziyuan looked at the childish Ling Yifeng and had no choice but to obey.
I have to say that Ling Yifeng's cooking skills are really good. It can be seen from Xi Ziyuan's expression of enjoyment that the bowl of porridge is really good.
Ling Yifeng looked at Xi Ziyuan who was full and said with interest, "I'm not lying to you, my craftsmanship is really good."
"Tch, one day I cook it for you, and you will know that you are just doing your own thing." Xi Ziyuan retorted unconvinced.
This is the first time Ling Yifeng has seen Xi Ziyuan like this. Maybe this is the real Xi Ziyuan, Ling Yifeng thought in her heart.