Chapter 1178
- "The days spent on the deserted island?" Xing Buhuo speculated.
- Clara Beacham smiled, "It's that pot of pork stew with bamboo shoots."
- "If you'd like to have it again, I can make it for you." Xing Buhuo offered, then his expression changed, a sharp and intense alertness appearing in his eyes. "Clara, run."