The past few days felt like a beautiful dream to her. She unconsciously touched the faint fine lines at the corners of her peach blossom-shaped eyes, feeling a mix of emotions in her heart.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you crazy woman!"
Then, He Yanrong grabbed Lai Feifei by the neck and started wrestling with her playfully.
Li Zhiyan looked at the two bottles of canned milk in his hands and quietly opened one to drink.
He could clearly sense Aunt Dragon Fruit's fondness and regard for him.
In fact, Li Zhiyan didn't particularly like drinking Wangzai milk, as it was a bit too sweet for his taste. He preferred drinks with a lighter flavor and drank mineral water most of the time.
That time, when he was completing a system task, he randomly bought a pack of Wangzai milk to quench his thirst.
Ever since then, Aunt Dragon Fruit assumed he liked Wangzai milk.
Each time they met, her bag was always stocked with Wangzai milk.
Even from their very first meeting.
