Soon, the brown sugar egg was finished, and Zhou Chengchen felt a warm sensation in her lower abdomen, much more comfortable. She didn't want to lie down, so she sat wrapped in a blanket, her eyes bright as she looked at Xi Siyan: "Xi, you're so thoughtful."
Xi Siyan reverted to his icy demeanor, completely ignoring her, and got up to wash the dishes. Zhou Chengchen rolled around on his bed for a while, suddenly remembering something.
How come Xi Siyan is so skilled?
He not only bought her clothes, but didn't forget the ones underneath, and he also made ginger tea and cooked brown sugar eggs for her.
Is he so skilled because he often did this before?
Who? Who made him do it often?
Did he have a girlfriend before?
The happiness and sweetness from before suddenly turned into a sour bitterness, jealousy running rampant in her heart. Zhou Chengchen suddenly tossed the blanket aside and jumped up.
