C16 Love

The next morning, Wei Ying pushed open the bedroom door to find a steaming breakfast already laid out on the table. Zhao Feng greeted her with a beaming smile at the doorway.

Despite her sour expression, hunger won out. Wei Ying took a seat at the table, her face still stormy, and grabbed a fried dough stick. She bit into it ferociously, as if she were taking a bite out of Zhao Feng himself