"Make some soup, blood-replenishing soup."
"Okay!"
Wen Jiaren replied calmly, just wishing he would leave soon.
He stood there, staring straight at her, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
After hearing the request, Mu Qian curled his lips, stepped forward to drop a kiss on her cheek, and then exited the kitchen.
Mu Qian's action was very natural, like a loving husband kissing his wife.
Wen Jiaren touched the spot where she had just been kissed, the warm and soft sensation seemed to linger there, her heart pounding rapidly. She tried to ignore the strange feeling in her heart, quickly washed up the dishes, and then took her keys and left the house.
Mu Xiao immediately picked up his mask to wear it and scuttled after her, "Jiaren, wait for me."
Wen Jiaren hadn't planned on taking him, but seeing him rush out, she still took him along.
