C385 Wash Your Hands and Make Soup for Her

The next day, Jun Nancheng's biological clock automatically woke up at the appointed time. A pair of deep and gloomy eyes slowly opened, and his sleepy eyes carried a mysterious color.

His gaze shifted to Yin Qinxue, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Her slightly red face was like a peach blossom in three months. Seeing Yin Qinxue like this