Xia Ziluo frowned, a little bit of disappointment creeping into his eyes: "Since it is very important, don't let it go casually. If I hadn't sorted it out casually, all the memorials on this small mountain would have kissed the earth."
Kissing the earth? This term, ahem...it's really strange. Murong Xitian felt his ears burning when he thought of her passionate kiss that night.
How can a woman keep words like kiss and kiss on her lips and say them out so easily?
Murong Xitian felt indescribable awkwardness and indescribable sweetness in his heart.
He moved his lips, shifted his gaze, and saw the strange snacks and milk tea on the desk - it turned out that she was here to bring him delicacies, and the delicacies were very weird and should have been made by her herself.
"Cooking by yourself again? What did you cook this time?" Murong Xitian curiously picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth. The delicious taste that melted instantly made his eyes burst with wonder.
"It's delicious!" Xia Ziluo didn't miss the admiration in his eyes, and smiled tenderly, "This is a cookie, it melts in your mouth, it's amazing."
"The name is very innovative." Murong Xitian ate two more pieces, then picked up the milk tea and took a sip.
When Xia Ziluo saw that he really liked it, the smile on his lips grew wider: "If you like it, I'll do it for you next time."
"Okay." Murong Xitian picked up the silk handkerchief on the table, wiped his hands, and said casually, "I remember you have never cooked before, and I have never heard of you cooking when you were in Xia Mansion. This skill
, when did you practice it?"
This... of course is because she is not that Princess Xiao, so she knows how to cook.
"Oh, you started to doubt me again. Didn't I accidentally see your memorial? Do you need to ask so suspiciously?" Xia Ziluo couldn't answer, so he could only ramble here and there.
Unexpectedly, her casual words seemed to hit Murong Xitian's mind, and he showed a trace of embarrassment.
Now, Xia Ziluo fully understood that he really did not want her to see the memorial.
What's so great about a broken memorial that it deserves his attention? If you don't want others to see it, why don't you just put it on the desk?
"Next time, you'd better lock up all your important things, or simply create a secret room or something. Otherwise, you'll blind my eyes and deafen my ears, and you won't be able to see or hear.
I feel relieved..." The more Xia Ziluo spoke, the more aggrieved he felt, his eye sockets turned red, and a few tears leaked out.
Those tears were like a ball of fire falling on Murong Xitian's heart, burning his heart with scars and burning away his proud rationality.
"Don't... don't cry!" Murong Xitian was a little anxious. Aren't all women made of water?
With this anxiety, Murong Xitian's heart became confused, and he had already forgotten all doubts and everything else.
The moment the warmth of his palm fell on her soft black hair, Xia Ziluo felt a warmth in his heart, and tears immediately overflowed.
"Why do you just cry?" Murong Xitian was so busy wiping her tears, but she didn't expect that the more she cried, the fiercer she became.
"You... do you think I want to cry?" Xia Ziluo stamped his feet, his courage gradually growing in his slight panic.
She stretched out her finger and poked his chest: "Do I look like a bad guy, or do I have 'unforgivable' written on my forehead? Do you think that because of my identity as Xia Qingtian's daughter, I will definitely peek at your memorial?
