Seeing Mu Xingfeng coming over, An Ran still covered her mouth, her large, watery eyes filled with tears: "Don't worry, I'll be fine in a moment. Cough, cough... You go sit in the living room. Cough... It's a bit pungent here."
So this girl was stir-frying chili peppers. He never knew that cooking chili could be so painful. Seeing the teardrops at the corners of her eyes, Mu Xingfeng walked over, raised his hand to wipe them away, and said with some distress, "If it's too pungent, don't add chili peppers." Although he loved spicy food, he couldn't bear to see her suffer.
An Ran nonchalantly replied, "It's fine, it'll be ready soon. Hurry, go, go. If you're here, I'll get flustered."
The feeling of those slightly calloused fingertips brushing against the corners of her eyes was still so real, causing An Ran's heart to skip a couple of beats.
