e educated youths could barely eat enough to feel seven points full.Rong Zhaonan watched her turn to leave, raising an eyebrow: "Wait a minute, you're not going to wash the bowls, chopsticks and pots"...aonan ultimately couldn't refuse.Looking at the oil lamp, Ning Yuan carefully bent down, gently treating the wounds on his face.He narrowed his eyes, realizing this girl truly liked his face — simply...