C1255 His Identity

Bo Qian pulled his lower lip. "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

Mu Shinian yawned. She did not wear shoes or socks. She sat on the sofa barefooted. She supported her chin with her hands and her eyes were especially listless.

"I feel that I have completely fallen."

Bo Qian was opening the fridge to see what he was going to eat tonight. When he heard her say that