C89 An Awkward Breakfast

Leaning against the mystic realm, Gong Mingxuan was cooking porridge. He wore a gray apron, and his movements were smooth and natural, as if he had already done it thousands of times.

Shen Mujin looked at him and suddenly could not bear to disturb him. If only Gong Mingxuan liked other girls. He should not have been delayed by her since he was so outstanding