The audience enjoyed the 360-degree macro session.

After seeing Chi Sheng's heart rate number, I started to boil again.

【Ah ah ah ah, are they holding hands?】

[CP fans, please wake up, Bo Zhiyan is just writing a recipe for her, what’s the fuss about!]

[But, it’s so delicious! You can obviously say it with your mouth, but you have to express it with your body! I don’t care, they just hold hands!]

[My name is the Civil Affairs Bureau, and I moved myself here!]

CP fans force themselves to eat sweets, chatting means falling in love, holding hands means getting married!

[Chi Sheng moved, and her heart rate moved! 】

[I did weight-bearing push-ups easily, but I lost to Brother Yan’s hand.]

[Hey, why has it stabilized again? I still want to see the sound bracelet alarm! 】

Chi Sheng's heart rate stabilized in a certain range and then stopped rising.

But only she knew that she had participated in many special trainings for astronauts, and she persisted in all the difficult and stressful trainings.

Keeping your heart rate stable is fundamental.

She should never be in this situation...

What this man writes is not words, but a whirlpool, an endless, unknown and mysterious black hole.

It sucked her into unfamiliar territory that she had never entered before.

She wanted to take back her palm, but stopped suddenly after judging the content of Bo Zhiyan's handwriting.

Her beautiful eyes, as cold as ice, seemed to be soaked with a drop of warm water.

The ice melts.

What Bo Zhiyan wrote was not the name of the dish.

But two sentences.

He said: [I didn’t call Cong Xishi here]

He said: [Trust me once]

Chi Sheng raised his head and looked at Bo Zhiyan's face. His deep, dark eyes were firm and calm, and seemed to be unable to find any flaws in his lies.

Is he explaining to her?

It wasn't him who called Cong Xishi, was that person deliberately misleading her?

Trust him for once...

Chi Sheng understood what he meant, her eyebrows were half furrowed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she nodded.

"I know." She said softly.

He went through such a big circle to explain, so this time...

She chose to believe him.

Bo Zhiyan got her affirmative answer and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the waiter brought their dishes, the man slowly let go of the girl's hand.

[Has anyone interpreted what Brother Yan wrote in the barrage? I’m so curious!]

[I recorded the screen and am interpreting the strokes frame by frame...]

[Hand your hips gracefully, Jimei interprets it and kicks me.]

[One minute has passed. Is the result out? 】

[It’s coming, it’s coming! Shocking! What Brother Yan wrote is not a recipe, it’s definitely not a recipe!]

[His handwriting was so sloppy that I could only roughly make out the words "Cong Xishi, believe me once."]

After this kind person announced the results, the barrage fell into silence for a moment.

Immediately, a large number of comments came in.

[Thank you, sister, these words are so crucial!]

[Sure enough, Cong Xishi is talking nonsense! I have evidence to suspect that Brother Yan and Shengsheng became bitter enemies, and it was Cong Xishi who was secretly causing trouble!]
Chapter completed!