C1710 Not a Kiss Is That Right?

Ten minutes later, the aroma of the kebab drifted out.

Xia JinMian could only swallow his saliva as he watched from the side.

She immediately regretted not bringing along the Qilin Qilin. They definitely hadn't eaten the kebabs personally cooked by her daddy.

Xia JinMian raised his head to look at Ye Mo Han.

At this moment, he was only wearing a black shirt