Leng Yu Yan's smile froze on her face.
Ye Yiheng smiled in his turn, "I think it's quite fitting, don't you?"
Leng Yu Yan stuffed a piece of braised pork into his mouth, "Just eat your food!"
Then, she casually picked some vegetables to eat, feigning ease.
Ye Yiheng watched her attentively, a hidden smile in his eyes.
He slowly swallowed the meat in his mouth, and spoke unhurriedly, "You used your own chopsticks to feed me meat, and then with the same chopsticks, you picked up some vegetables."
Leng Yu Yan, who just had her chopsticks in her mouth, quickly pulled them out, her face blushing, "I'm full."
Ye Yiheng gave a wicked smile, "What a coincidence, I'm full too."
His voice was deep and husky, tinged with laughter, making her ears turn red.
Seeing her embarrassment, the corners of Ye Yiheng's lips involuntarily curled up.
Walking ahead, Leng Yu Yan curved her index finger to her lips, contemplating whether that act could be considered an indirect kiss?
