Dear Mr. Shi

This sudden movement shocked Shi Yuhan, staring at Song Qinghuan blankly, her deep and deep eyes were filled with weird and complicated light, her thin lips pressed tightly, and she didn't make any reaction for a while.

He has never encountered such a scene, and has never dealt with it.

No matter how longing and admiring a woman is for him, she only dared to look at him from a distance, even if she was a little bolder, she dared to approach him, she did not dare to treat him in this manner.

He gave her the dessert, but she told him to eat it first? Actually feed him with a fork that he has eaten?

What is this woman thinking? Why is she doing this?

If it was someone else, he would really think that she was seduce him, but the woman's eyes were very clear, purely because the tyrant ate his food, and some regrets let him taste it.

Because he knew it, he discovered for the first time that he didn't know what choice he should make.

After a while, he took a low breath, opened his lips slightly, and was about to speak: "..."

Song Qinghuan held the fork for a long time, feeling his hands were sore.

This will finally see Shi Yuhan open his mouth, and immediately let the dessert on the fork squeeze into Shi Yuhan's slightly opened lips.

When the sweet and greasy scent spread between the lips and tongue, a weird sensation also dissipated in my heart, and when I pressed my lower lip, my face became cold.

Song Qinghuan hasn't noticed something wrong with him yet, and still asks him: "Is it delicious?"

Who makes his face always cold and calm, no matter how cold it is, it will not be noticed.

Shi Yuhan made a fist with his hand against the flap of his lips. Suddenly, he felt very irritable, so irritated that an unknown fire rushed from the bottom of his heart without warning.

"Do you want to eat a little more, if you like to eat, then I will give you a little more!" So when Song Qinghuan felt that he was just asking a very calm question. Shi Yuhan drank her in a cold voice, "Shut up!"

The movement of Song Qinghuan's hands suddenly stopped, almost frozen to the ground, and looked at him in astonishment.

Did she do something wrong? Did the feeding violate him? Make him suddenly angry again? Sure enough, he is not a human being, and the kindness of human beings just doesn't work with him.

Song Qinghuan's long eyelashes hung down, as if after a defeat, she stopped making a sound. Although she was still eating the delicious Napoleon crisps, she couldn't feel any taste anymore.

Shi Yuhan looked at her, her eyes lightened and darkened, her thin lips pressed coldly, and there was a trace of cold confusion in her heart, whether she was too much.

But only in a moment, he felt that there was nothing, he and she were not friends, and there was no need to be so close.

The small box was quiet again. Song Qinghuan ate the cake low, without a bite. Shi Yuhan didn't look at her, and only ate steaks without communicating with each other.

(Ps: Ten chapters have been updated, it’s a bit late, good night everyone, good dreams! Announce yesterday’s lucky readers, Hua No Fu...)