C382 A Soldier Can be Killed but Not Humiliated

At that moment, Xue Ji walked in from outside, carrying a fruit platter.

Seeing Xue Ji, Si Nanqing's eyes curved into crescent moons, his smile resembling a dog's grin, with his eyes narrowing to just two rows of lashes and the corners of his mouth lifting perfectly, giving him a mischievous yet endearing look.

"How did Ms. Ji know I love grapes?" Si Nanqing rarely sat up