C479 Poison

Moo Yuhan grabbed the bottle. "Don't touch it, I'm making perfume."

Lu Cheng couldn't help but laugh. "Are you sure you're not making poison?"

"Mind your own business," Yuhan replied, cleaning up the bottles before heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

In the days that followed, Yuhan was out early and back late. Lu Cheng, who lived with her