Could it be that the wooden lump in the pancake had opened its mouth? Along the way, the relationship between the pot and the fire was extremely ambiguous. When doing things, one would blush when one touched them. The tacit understanding between the two of them was even indescribable. Even Jiang Bo often made fun of them.
However, the pot cake and the fire were both martial artists. They were not good at speaking, and they were even less good at expressing themselves.
One was stifling, the other even stifling. As a result, that layer of window paper hadn' t been pierced through for a long time.
I secretly smiled, and then I reached out to touch the blooming head before holding her hand, and then I glanced back at Qi Xie before entering with him.
Jiang Bo was still sitting at the table
