Jiang Yu pretended that she didn't understand what Mo Long meant and said, "If you don't have any dietary restrictions, then I'll just make whatever I want."
"I'll eat whatever you make," Mo Long replied.
Jiang Yu smiled.
Early the next morning, Mo Long had just come out of the bathroom to wash up when he saw someone knocking on the door.
He walked over while drying his hair.
When he opened the door, he saw Jiang Yu staring at him with widened eyes.
At that moment, Mo Long was only wearing a pair of pants and a towel was draped over his hair.
His entire body was exuding a refreshing scent after washing up.
It was the image of male hormones that filled her eyes.
Jiang Yu felt her blood rush up, but Mo Long deliberately took a few steps closer and forced her to lean against the door.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I can't guarantee what I'll do."
