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Chapter 83: Can only be made for me
The demon deadpanned, "Do I look that scary?"

Xiyan put the soup on the table and patted her chest with lingering fear, "Who told you to come back without saying a word? This is a normal reaction, okay?"

Because of the social event, Ou Jue changed into a black suit.

The suit, made of pure handmade materials from Italy, was ironed perfectly without a single wrinkle.

It makes Ou Jue's figure look more upright and slender, and further enhances his innate sense of nobility.

His angular face appears even more profound and his facial features are more three-dimensional under the night light.

He leaned to the side with his arms crossed, a faint smell of alcohol emanating from his body, his dark eyes staring at the soup bowl on the dining table, "What is that?"

Xiyan coughed lightly and moved forward a little embarrassedly, "Stomach-warming soup."

When attending a social event, should we drink?

Drinking too much alcohol is bad for your stomach...

Ou Jue fixed his eyes on Xi Yan's little face and asked in a hoarse voice, knowing the answer, "What are you doing this for? Huh?"

"I... just did this for fun when I had nothing to do. If you like, you can try it..."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Ou Jue suddenly smiled softly.

Xiyan was stunned.

Ojue smiled...

Too, too weird.

It turns out that he doesn’t really have a paralyzed face!
It turns out... he can laugh so happily...

He looks so handsome when he smiles.

It was as if in just a moment, all the background became nothingness, and all became his foil. Ou Jue walked forward, pulled out a chair and sat on it, then looked at Xi Yan who was standing aside, and said, "Sit down."

"what?"

"Look at me eating soup."

"..."Xiyan was really drunk. How could he say this with such confidence?

Pulling open the chair opposite, Xiyan watched Ou Jue elegantly drinking the soup she made. For some reason, she felt warm in her heart.

"what about the taste?"

Ou Jue has returned to his usual self, drinking slowly, one mouthful after another, without even raising his eyelids, "It's so-so."

"...Then don't drink it. I'll go pour it for you. Don't let yourself be wronged."

"Xia Xiyan." Ou Jue suddenly looked up and changed the subject, "What kind of soup is this?"

"Hmm..." Xiyan thought for a moment and spread her hands. "I don't know either. I only know that this is what my mother taught me. In the past, when my father came home from social events, my mother would occasionally make this kind of soup for him to drink."

Huh? Was it an illusion? Why did it seem like Ou Jue smiled again?

"From now on, you can only make this kind of soup for me."

"Why?"

"Don't bother others with a soup that tastes so ordinary."

Xiyan puffed up her cheeks, "Ou Jue!! What do you mean!"

This vicious devil...

I am so mad!!
(End of this chapter)