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"Nope." At some point in time, Wen Yiyan would have the desire to live that a man should have, "This is a gift from a patient, I have never opened it."

Fan Xing was skeptical, "You really didn't open it and take a look?"

Wen Yiyan explained patiently.

"If I had, why would I let you see it?"

Fan Xing was startled.

This question was truly a good question.

She was at a loss for words.

However, as long as it was Wen Yiyan's problem, her head would automatically turn into a decorative device without even thinking about it.

But now … It was such a rare opportunity to see Wen Yiyan give in to her attitude. She felt that if he wasn't angered to the end, it was all thanks to him.

The woman pouted, "I don't care, I have a temper, so you shouldn't accept gifts from other women."

"I'll return it to her tomorrow."

Fan Xing stared at Wen Yiyan, his mouth opened wanting to say something.

Wen Yiyan beat him to it, "Express delivery."

Fan Xing snorted, "For now, I'll believe you. If I find out again, you just wash yourself clean and wait for my punishment."

After saying that, without waiting for Wen Yiyan's response, she turned around and left. In her heart, she was waving a flag and shouting "— —

This was the first time she was so cool as to leave the venue.

Wen Yiyan who was still in the study room stared at Fan Xing's back figure, and the flames of desire that she had been enduring suddenly leaped up again.

He raised his hand to rub his brow, then went to the bathroom. He turned on the cold water and rushed down his head, barely suppressing the burning fire.

The next morning.

Different from the tossing and turning of the previous two days, Fan Xing who had a very good sleep, lightly walked down from the stairs and was stunned when he saw the breakfast laid out on the table.

There were two bowls of red dates and medlar stewed with lotus seed and silver ear soup. In the middle, there was a plate of mini rolls along with a plate of minced meat pie and a half-filled fruit salad.

However, she had only eaten it once. After asking Wen Yiyan to make it again, he had sent her the menu, telling her to think about it on her own. But no matter what she did, she could not make that taste.

Staring at the soy sauce radish pie and swallowing his saliva, Fan Xing picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up a piece to eat. Hearing Wen Yiyan's footsteps coming from the kitchen, she quickly put the chopsticks back to its original place.

She actually didn't know why she had to let go of her chopsticks.

Last night she was drunk, her head was not clear, and some things happened that she couldn't quite remember.

The clearest memory was of him kissing her.

After that, the two of them did not reconcile, and she had forgotten about it as well. However, she vaguely remembered him explaining to her, then … She seemed to have forgiven him?

The woman tried her best to lift her face up, waiting for Wen Yiyan to sit down.

Wen Yiyan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pie and placed it into Fan Xing's bowl, then said indifferently: "Let's try it out."

Fan Xing did not move his chopsticks, staring at the pie, "Didn't you say before that it would take a lot of time to make?"

Wen Yiyan drank the silver ear soup, "You woke up early today."

Fan Xing said, "Oh, when did you wake up?"

Wen Yiyan carelessly said: "Five."

After hearing the time, Fan Xing's face became so tense that he did not even have time to control his shocked expression.

"Five?" You've only slept for less than four hours! "

Wen Yiyan saw her look of disbelief, "Something happened."

Fan Xing looked at him blankly.

Could it be that the reason for his sudden occurrence was because of her temper?