C1505 Two Common Species

Lin Mengran felt goosebumps all over her body. "Is that what you call agreeing not to speak of cork?"

Zhao Yang scooped up a spoonful of congee, carefully blew a few breaths, and then gently put it next to her mouth. After she drank it, he said, "That's right, I promised you. That's why I didn't say it."

Seeing that Zhao Yang was lying, Lin Mengran's face was filled with helplessness and shame