Wen Wen did not notice Yan Qianjue and frowned. "You've been... vigorous last night when you shouted. It's been a long time..."
Yan Qianjue looked at Bai Keke with an enigmatic smile.
Bai Keke's bread choked on her throat, and she helplessly said, "Hmmm." Her hands were like crabs, peeling milk on the table and trying to take a shower.
Yan Qianjue thoughtfully put the milk room in Bai Keke's hands.
Bai Keke poured the milk in half a glass and felt much better. Her face was still red because she was choked by the bread. She pretended to be calm and continued to eat the bread.
Wen Wen suddenly slapped the table, "Too cold! Too handsome! Love and rival in love! Give birth to their child! Go to sleep with their child! Master, you don't even have the courage to write stories and novels lik
