C475 enchantment from the bottom of the heart

Qi Ming carried a plate of delicately cooked food and stood in front of the cabin door. He put his hand down and raised it, and if he hesitated for a moment, he would once again raise it and stop in the air, pinching his fingers together, his knuckles white. He stared at the door, as though he wanted to stare at a hole, and carefully look at what Nan Yao was doing in the room.

In one go