C86 Thousands of Thoughts No Words on the Paper

Shizhengyi of Tibetan Scriptures to the 45th

Jing Mo stood up and faced Jing Yuanyang for a meal.

To be honest, Jing Yuanyang's food was much more delicious than Jing Yuanhsing's. Even the millet porridge that was cooked in the morning was so sweet. Jing Mo ate two bowls of pickled vegetables.

As he ate, he observed Jing Yuanyang.

Jing Yuanyang was still calm as usual