Dear Guest, My Wife’s Bento Is Already Heated Up

Chapter 87: Dear guest, would you like a “Crispy Wife” Bento?

Crash—clang! “Waaa~~~ Fire, fire～～～” “Meow meow meow~~~” Maybe it was An Xiaoling’s gentle soothing, or perhaps it was escaping from Wen Yin’s overbearing control and finally relaxing a bit. This…