But at that time, even if the strong self-control was like Situ slowly, his head was full of fragrant chicken wings and mutton skewers, and he never thought that this was the enemy's trick.
Xu Chengxiao looked at her the way she looked at mutton skewers, took a sip from the corner of his mouth, got up and brought the grilled chicken wings, peeled off the hot tin foil, put them on with chopsticks, and handed them to her. Situ slowly took over the smile, he smiled too, reached out and wiped the sauce on her mouth with his fingers.
He moved quickly, and Situ slowly avoided dodging too late, a little embarrassed, holding the chicken wings in his hand, looking for something to chat with him: " You seem to be very good at this, are you from the field army? "
Xu Chengxiao glanced at her with
