C397 Acting Spoiled

"It's cold. There's no heating in the kitchen." Fu Xingzhi walked in front of Mi Ya and pulled up Mi Ya's zipper. Fu Xingzhi bent down and slowly pulled it up. When he stood up straight, his lips were parallel to Mi Ya's forehead.

Close, so close I could feel his breath, and his hand had just touched my chin.

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

"Okay..."

"Soak that beef roll