The bowl of brown sugar water warmed Qiao Mianmian's heart and felt very sweet.
The corners of her lips curled up in a sweet smile. "You want to know? Hmm… let me think about it."
Smiling, Mo Yesi caressed her head, then took out his shoes and laid on the bed. He hooked her in with his long arm and brought her into his embrace.
He lowered his head and planted a kiss gently on the top of her head. "Yeah, think about it slowly."
Qiao Mianmian seriously fell deep in thought and reminisced. "When I was sick, Chen Chen would make me vegetable porridge. He makes delicious porridge."
Mo Yesi nodded. "Vegetable porridge? Noted. What else?"
"And…" Qiao Mianmian continued recalling while playing with her fingers. "I like to eat pomegranates, so Chen Chen would peel them for me."
"Peel pomegranates? I'll remember this too. Anything else?"
"And… Chen Chen would play games with me."
