"Sure, I love it," Pei Yining didn't refuse at all. After all, no matter how much she drank, she never gained weight, and Aunt Jin's chicken soup was exceptionally delicious.
Xu Nianhua: "..."
Her gaze fell on Pei Yining's delicate and well-proportioned figure. She felt that she might as well worry about herself.
As the days passed, the wound on Xu Nianhua's head had also healed. After the stitches were removed and her hair let down, one couldn't tell she had been injured on the back of her head at all, though unfortunately, she still couldn't wash her hair.
On this matter, Xu Nianhua was full of complaints. She braided her long hair into one braid so she could go a few more days without washing it.
