Thinking of Ding Ling's looks and bearing, and the sweet dream she had last night, Sister couldn't help giggling.
But soon, she sighed inwardly. In her dream, she had turned the clouds and rain with Ding Ling.
In the Real World, though, her progress was still zero.
They hadn't even held hands.
Failure!!
No.
She couldn't stay this passive. She had to be more proactive. She absolutely couldn't lose to that brat Mathilda.
Sister secretly swore to herself.
Not long after.
Crack!
A sound rang out.
The door opened.
Sister immediately turned around. The figure that entered her eyes was indeed handsome and dashing, peerless beneath the heavens. Her heart couldn't help pounding wildly.
Even after seeing him so many times, Sister had to admit that Ding Ling was truly a handsome guy even more handsome than the world's most beautiful man! He was incredibly handsome!
This kind of handsomeness was impossible to describe in words.
In short, Sister had become more and more deeply captivated, unable to tear herself away from Ding Ling.
She had even unconsciously stared at him from the side, becoming a genuine lovestruck fool. Only when Mathilda beat her to it did she belatedly come to her senses. She was furious and secretly hated herself for being so useless, but she hurriedly followed suit and handed over the breakfast:
"Mr. Ding, I have some here too. One serving probably won't fill you up. How about another?"
Ding Ling was holding a serving of breakfast that Mathilda had given him.
Seeing that Sister had brought some too, he didn't reject her kindness and accepted it with a casual gesture, thanking her.
Sister was overjoyed and hurriedly waved her hands. 'What's the big deal? If you like it, Mr. Ding, I can make it for you every