C33 I love to eat what you make

Winter nights always came early, especially rainy days. It was only four o'clock and the sky was already completely dark.

The door to the bedroom was pushed open, and Jian Fan was jolted awake by the sound. The warm light from the bedside lamp reflected Ling Chen's cautious expression, making people feel that it was a little bit illusory.

"Are you done?" Jane Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes