He Wenyu stared wide-eyed and directly spat the wonton she had just eaten onto the coffee table, splashing water stains all over it. Her face was full of disbelief: "You, you two are not messing around, are you? I'm still young, and I don't want to be an aunt yet!"
"You're overthinking it, I don't want that either." Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes.
What are they thinking? Becoming an aunt? What on earth have they turned us into?
They're talking about something else, okay?
Or would they talk behind your back? Don't let your imagination run wild.
People with vivid imaginations always make some connections that don't exist.
Tang Tianyi got up to cook porridge for Luo Qianqian...
After everyone finished dinner, Luo Qianqian arranged some test papers for He Wenyu and coaxed Mori to sleep. Only then did she take a deep breath, walked to Tang Tianyi's room door, hesitated for a moment, feeling like it was some late-night escapade.
