Chen Xun pulled her over and kissed her lightly on her pouted mouth. His upright voice became hoarse at this moment, "Where are you hungry?"

An Yinan pursed his lips and said critically, "Comrade Chen Xun, I'm hungry."

Chen Xun sighed helplessly, and finally got up and rubbed her messy hair, "The ground is cold, don't go down, I'm going to cook."

An Yinan looked at the figure who bowed and left the house, and smiled slyly.

She set up a kang table with the ...