At this moment, Xia Wanyuan was slightly raising her head. Her face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, making her rosy cheeks look even more rosy and rosy.
There was a soft pleading in her eyes that were normally clean and carefree.
Jun Shiling's heart skipped a beat. He, who had always been decisive and decisive in killing, could not stand such a gaze.
Jun Shiling let go of Xia Wanyuan's chopsticks and chided, "Speak properly."
At that moment, Xia Wanyuan also felt that something was wrong. She seemed to subconsciously feel that Jun Shiling was a very trustworthy person, so when she spoke to Jun Shiling, she unconsciously became a little soft.
Xia Wanyuan pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed. However, seeing Jun Shiling's usual expression after speaking, Xia Wanyuan felt that she was overthinking things.
After lunch, the chicken dish on the table was clean and Xia Wanyuan ate it with great satisfaction.
