C908 It Doesn't Conform to His Identity

Xiong Miao walked over and Zhan Yeling suddenly stretched out his hand towards her. Xiong Miao understood and gave his hand to him. He held her small hand and held her hand, letting her sit beside him.

The gentleness that was revealed between the sharp coldness belonged solely to her.

"Drink some stomach congee first." Zhan Yeling brought the porridge to her front