C127 I Never Blamed You

He picked at her.

Touching her forehead, Mo Xirann curled her lips.

What did he want!?

Once he was done, he would be fine. He would just stir up a pool of spring water.

"Have you had dinner?" Zhou Yanchen asked again. He leaned back in his chair and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

Mo Xirann answered with a "hmm"