Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
When Xu Chuanchuan returned to the general manager's office after dawdling in the washroom for a few minutes, she found that Murong Shi had already set up the food.
Murong Shi knew that Xu Chuanchuan was the one who had entered the room, so she didn't even bother lifting her head.
After Xu Chuanchuan quickly adjusted her breath and gently closed the door, she tentatively took a seat on the sofa opposite Murong Shi.
"Try the soup first," Murong said in a flat tone.
Upon hearing Murong Shi's words, Xu Chuanchuan immediately reached for the bucket storing the soup and said, "I'll pour it for us."
If Xu Chuanchuan were to let Murong Shi serve her, she would probably have difficulty swallowing her food throughout the meal.
However, as luck would have it, Murong Shi also happened to have the same idea, and their hands ended up touching each other. Upon making skin contact, Xu Chuanchuan's fingertips trembled slightly, and her hands jolted downward. She then held onto the thermos bucket's lower half tightly.
Seeing this, Murong Shi let Xu Chuanchuan have the bucket.
The soup was light, and several wolfberries and drops of oil could be seen floating at the top of the liquid. There were also several pieces of chicken sitting at the bottom of the bucket. Xu Chuanchuan then carefully poured the soup into the two bowls prepared on the table.
Once Xu Chuanchuan was done, she took a look at the clean coffee table and breathed out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, her hands didn't shake, and she didn't spill any soup onto the table.
After lowering her head, Xu Chuanchuan made a gesture of invitation and said, "You first."
Murong Shi snorted and placed a metal spoon into each bowl. She then said, "We're only having a meal. No need to be so formal."
How can I not be formal?
Xu Chuanchuan tried to be as natural as possible. Even so, only after seeing Murong Shi picking up one of the bowls did she dare make any further movements.
As the thermos bucket was well-insulated, the soup was still piping hot even now. Murong Shi first blew on i
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