Chapter 117 : The Breakfast Made by the Night Emperor Himself
- In Yu Sinan's eyes, there were faint traces of tears shimmering.
- Huo Mingyang became anxious and carefully held her exquisite face in his hands.
- "Sinan, what's wrong? Is it not delicious? If it's not good, we can make something else!" His slender fingers gently brushed the corner of her eye.