Huang Qingshan was a man who listened; since his wife had spoken, he naturally kept his mouth shut.
But his ears were perked up high, wanting to hear what those two young people in front might be whispering about.
Turns out, they were really cautious; their voices were so soft that the wind dispersed them.
He could just faintly hear words like "hungry" and "look."
In any case, he didn't catch a complete sentence, couldn't guess even if he wanted to.
Wen Shi had no idea what his good buddy was thinking; his eyes seemed to have their own mind, unable to stop glancing at Yi Chichi's face.
Those eyelashes were fluffy, dense, and thick, fluttering like butterfly wings with every blink, making him want to touch them.
The bridge of her nose was not too high nor too low, just two words to describe it: exquisite.
Then there were her lips, neither too thick nor too thin, rosy red, looking particularly moist and biteable...
Stop right there, that can't be thought about.
