Outside the window, the crescent moon hung like a hook, the night color enveloping everything.
The serene scenery, combined with the soft glow of the fluorite lamp, simply maxed out the ambiance of intimacy.
However, faced with a table full of delicious food and amber-colored honey wine, Freya felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. Her tall and graceful body twisted restlessly, an odd rose color appearing on her skin. Her two straight legs trembled slightly, and the hand resting on the table was veined with blue as if enduring some indescribable emotion.
"Chicken soup coming~!"
Along with a cheery voice, Luo En brought out a steaming clay pot from the kitchen stove and placed it on the dining table.
Upon lifting the lid, the rich aroma spread out, with the snowy, translucent chicken meat floating in the golden thick soup, enhanced by wild vegetables and mushrooms, making one's mouth water.
But Freya subconsciously turned her gaze away, not daring to look any longer.
