C40 Campus Conch Young Master Has Been Rejected
"It smells so good!"
A burst of fragrance continuously drifted out from under the crack of the door of dorm 509. Anyone who passed by would sigh at this smell.
Su Muyang, who had only eaten five steamed buns a day, had already cooked a hotpot. He estimated that it was almost 5: 30, and Luo Yibei should be leaving class soon.
He happily pressed the heat preservation button
