Fenghua raised her lips.

The light cherry blossoms are as charming as pink.

...

How much weight can a silver tray with a rose-wrapped pattern and a bowl of noodles weigh?

Please ask yourself.

The answer is certainly-

An eighteen-year-old boy, it is easy to pick it up.

But why...

Do you feel that heavy when holding its hand?

It was so heavy that I felt unable to bear it.

Hands, trembling slightly.

Before I could think about the reason, the boy acted more quickly than rationally when he saw the girl turning around and leaving only a slender, graceful, cold and proud back. He had already stepped forward to catch the delicate and delicate wrist.

"hiss……"

Fenghua couldn't help but breathe a breath of cold air, and the skin held by the boy felt pain, like scarlet cigarette butts pressed on it.

Burning, stinging.

The system's fingers were compared down, and secretly poked and despised:

Exaggerated acting.

I will only give you 59 points in this performance, and I won’t give you an extra point. Who told you not to give others a meal? Humph!

Hearing the girl's cry in pain, he subconsciously relaxed his hands, and at the same time, a trace of doubt passed through his heart:

He didn't use much effort, how could he hurt her?

Could it be...

That slightly unbelievable thought turned into reality when he pulled the girl's hand in front of him and a red mark appeared in his beautiful eyes as beautiful as glass.

Also, it turned into a strong and intense surprise in my heart, and finally turned into... a completely unfamiliar feeling.

Deep in my heart, it broke out from the ice and hovered in my heart.

He thought that it would be lingering around for a long time and would not be able to get rid of it.

"...You made the face by yourself?" Xu Xu heard his voice ringing.

The slight silence was hidden with a trace of strange emotions, tense like a string, losing the warmth of the past.

Maybe this is the real him.

"You discovered it."

Fenghua took back his hand, and a trace of obvious annoyance flashed between his delicate eyebrows and eyes, but his tone was so careless, even with a hint of coldness and pride.

Pretending to make an awkward admission.

This was done by me personally, and most people don’t have this honor yet.

I allow you to be moved.

Sure enough, as Fenghua expected, the next second I heard the system prompt sound again:

[Ding! Target person permission, favorability level 10, strategy completion level 30!]

Instead of holding the noodles, I said to him, "This is the longevity noodles I made with my own hands. I wish you a happy birthday!".

It was obvious that he discovered by himself that the dough was made by her own hands, which was more shocking and more impactful.

Isn't it?

If Xu Nuo is just an ordinary girl who made a bowl of noodles and gave him on his birthday, Xu Nuo might feel heartwarming, but it is far less shocking than he is now.

Yes, shocked.

As the eldest lady of the Xu family, Xu Nuo has never touched the spring water, and perhaps he has never even stepped into the kitchen door.

Her hands are used to practice calligraphy, draw, arrange flowers, and play the piano...

Xu never thought that one day, the hands that only do some elegant things in this impression would wash their hands and make soup, and it was... because of him.

Touched?

I don't know the permission.

He only knew that the scalded red marks on those delicate jade hands made him want to... wipe them away one by one.

Let it return to its original exquisite and beautiful appearance.

Realizing this thought, the boy suddenly chuckled, his tone slightly:

"…Happy, you are such a fool."

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Get up early in the morning to start the great cause of seeking votes.
Chapter completed!