C599 Grasp a Woman's Heart First of All Her Stomach

"Of course it's you. It's you, it's all you." Luo Jiuhuang took the initiative to please him.

When he approached Ye Mo Huang, he smelt the fragrance of the chicken soup in his hand.

A layer of golden oil was floating on top of the milky white chicken soup, making it seem very appetizing.

Luo Jiuhuang stared at the bowl of chicken soup like a greedy cat