C831 Innermost Flow of Warm Current

Yongxi frowned. "Aren't you sick of it?"

These few days, whenever he had time, he would let her cook for him. Sometimes it was lunch time, sometimes it was dinner. All the things she knew were done in turns, and he was tired of her if he didn't.

"Not at all." He said, "How can you get tired of it?"

Looking at him, the side of his face was habitually tense