C620 Make a Fuss

"Mo, drink quickly, it won't be good if it gets cold!" Mo Yunxiao put the spoon close to his mouth, blew lightly on it, then put it next to Zhu Zimo's lips and said: "This is good, it's not hot anymore. Drink it now?"

Zhu Zimo was moved by his gentleness, but her clear eyes were filled with anticipation