Chapter 390: The Rhythm of Stir-Frying

rizing movements, Ye Fan's soul was almost captivated. 。Staring dumbfounded at Tang Yan licking a banana, his mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a duck inside. 。At that moment, Ye Fan felt a dryne...Seeing Ye Fan appraising her body, Wu Min'er wasn't shy at all. Instead, she bravely stood tall with her chest out, lifted her hips, and met Ye Fan's gaze. 。That look was pure, with not a trace of malice. 。Ye Fan also had no evil thoughts, because he felt he was just admiring a work of art. 。To be honest, Wu Min'er's figure can outperform most women in Linhai City who claim to have good figures. 。Although only sixteen years old, given time, she is sure to become a new generation of youth idol who can rival Shuangyan. 。Just like a bud about to bloom, it will always blossom into the most beautiful and dazzling flower! Seeing this scene, Ye Fan took a deep breath, and even his breathing became a little rapid. 。He probably wouldn't have done anything with Wu Min'er if it hadn't been for the kitchen. 。But a final shred of reason told him, under no circumstances should he be impulsive. Facing such a devilishly alluring figure, he forcefully suppressed the surging impulse within him, and then said in a serious tone: "Stop standing beside me." 。This is a test. 。 when Zhang Qianqiu arrived, he felt as if he had found his anchor. The fear in his heart vanished, replaced by boundless hatred, a deep-seated hatred that gnawed at his very bones.Because he knew Zha...