Su Yan's intelligence led her to conclude that he cared about her.

Unfortunately, her emotional intelligence prevented her from understanding the current situation.

"Little Flower"

"Huh? Host??"

"Why did he say those things last night?"

"Which words?"

"He said it had nothing to do with me, and it seemed like he didn't like it when I kissed him."

Xiaohua was stunned for a moment.

"He doesn't like you kissing him?"

"No way! Last night, Xiaohua almost thought he was going to eat the host whole. What part of the host's body didn't he kiss?"

Su Yan was silent for a moment upon hearing this.

Then I thought...

That makes sense.

He said it had nothing to do with me?

"Hmm, could it be related to the host sending love letters to others?"

The male lead is jealous, but too embarrassed to admit he cares too much?

It has to be said that the system, which has always been known for its unreliable products, finally did what a system should do at the crucial moment.

Xiao Hua said again

"Host, if the male lead sends love letters to someone else and also gives her gifts, will the host be angry?"

Su Yan thought for a moment, then her lips gradually pursed.

She did not answer Xiaohua's question.

But Xiaohua had probably already guessed it.

Xiao Hua sighed.

It seems that it has been useful even after so many lifetimes.

The things the host doesn't quite understand, they will understand as they go through the experience.

The host doesn't know what love is.

But who can know whether the host already possesses love?

Jealousy is the first step in the arrival of love.

Moreover, things that the host doesn't care about are simply not worth her attention.

They are not the kind of person who would get upset over a few words from others.

But she listens to every single word the male protagonist says.

They will react, they will get angry.

That's the difference.

After Su Yan found out...

She picked up the cup next to her and took two sips of water.

Speak

"The gifts I gave out were only at someone's request. I don't know him well."

Once again, Su Yan explained what had happened yesterday.

Feng Rong glanced at her twice.

Leaning back in his chair, he chuckled softly.

"What? You think it's too frivolous to send a love letter to someone else and then sleep with me, so you're planning to find an excuse to brush me off?"

Su Yan looked at him

"I have absolutely no relationship with him."

"profound?"

The way he smiled faintly suggested that he didn't believe her at all.

She was about to say something more.

A woman walked out of the kitchen.

"Young Master."

The woman smiled gently, her hair was piled high, and she was wearing a black business suit.

With an apron tied around her waist, she then brought the last pot of chicken soup she was carrying to the table.

From top to bottom, every detail exudes exquisite craftsmanship.

She bent over, and her two fair breasts were revealed.

The waves were surging.

The woman reached out and opened the lid of the cooked chicken soup.

Her eyes, which seemed to ripple with gentle waves, looked at Feng Rong.

"Young master, shall I serve you a bowl?"

Su Yan looked at the woman.

She stood up.

He walked past the woman and stood in front of Feng Rong.

She looked at him very intently.

Do you like it when I kiss you?

Feng Rong raised an eyebrow.

He must have noticed her serious expression to refrain from making any sarcastic remarks.

Taking advantage of Feng Rong's moment of silence, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I only love you, do you believe me?"

After saying that, she kissed Feng Rong's thin, cool lips.

A woman carrying a bowl of soup came up and, with a clatter, dropped her soup ladle into the pot.

The smile on her face almost didn't last.