Because the man’s cooking skills were so good, Blair went straight to eat and had to take a walk in the garden.
She coquettishly pulled the man to accompany her, Nolan gave her a low glance and agreed.
Although it was cold, the light was dim after evening, and the wind was very bleak, Blair was still in a good mood.
She walked in front, walking backwards, both holding the man’s big hands to play with, and asked curiously, “Why are you so good at cooking?”
“If you do more, it will be fine.”
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