Ruan Xiaoyu's culinary skills

  Forced by Aunt Li to carry the cake and two cups of milk tea, Ruan Xiao Yu reluctantly walked into the second floor study.

  As I walked to the door, I found Nan Feng Luo quietly reading with his head down, his slender white fingers gently turning the pages. The sunlight filtered through the window and scattered onto his profile, passing through his fine hair and falling silently on his clean and pale cheek, outlining a perfect contour.

  The perfect south wind Luo, like a sculpture.

  Even if it's not a flower enthusiast like Ruan Xiao You, she would still be attracted by such a Nan Feng Luo.

  Hearing the footsteps, Nan Feng Luo slowly lifted his head and saw Ruan Xiao You walking in from outside the door, holding a cake with such an appearance, standing there with a silly expression on his face, and his mouth couldn't help but curve into a clear arc.

  "May I have the honor of tasting Miss Ran's culinary skills?"

  Heaven knows how gentle this Southerly Wind Luo is. Ran Xiang Yu discovered that, actually, if they got along peacefully, it seemed... not bad.

  "Of course," Ruan Xiao Yu walked closer to the seat, carefully presenting her hard work in front of him, looking at the not-so-good-looking cake with a flushed face and added, "Actually, I've never done it before, and I don't know if it tastes good..."

  "It's nothing." Nan Feng Luo was in a great mood, although he wasn't quite sure why.

  Nan Feng Luo casually took a pastry handed to him by Ruan Xiao You, who was standing across from him with a flushed face that seemed to be caused by nervousness.

  Ran Xiangyu looked at Nan Fengluo with full expectation, including every small movement of his, until Nan Fengluo used his beautiful fingers to put the pastry into his mouth, elegantly and quietly chewing lightly.

  Ran You suddenly felt a little anxious and worried. It wouldn't be very difficult to eat, but it was hard to tell from Nan Feng Luo's expression.

  "How is it?" Ruan Xiao Yu asked with a pretended ease, but when she saw Nan Feng Luo still had an inquiring expression while nibbling on the pastry, she finally couldn't help but move forward to grab the pastry and confirm, only to be easily dodged by Nan Feng Luo. Grab again, dodge again...