while it's hot.” 。Fu Mo'han looked down from above as Lin Jinran opened the insulated lunch box, revealing a table of dishes. 。His gaze swept over the golden fried rice, and he raised an eyebrow. "X...low scratches. With a 'kind' reminder, "Don't move around, or I might accidentally prick you deeper and ruin your face. Then don't blame me."Lin Jin tightly closed his eyes, his chest heaving violent...