"It's alright."
Ye Qianming actually doesn't like it that much.
The taste is too strange, both sour and sweet.
But since it's a gift from this woman, he'll just make do.
Ye Qianming feels it's not that bad after all.
"Really?" Luo Qingtong propped her forehead and smiled with squinted eyes as she watched him.
The next second, she leaned in close.
"I'll take a bite too."
As she spoke, she took a bite of the sugar-coated hawthorn in front of Ye Qianming, right where he had eaten from, and bit off more than half of it in one go.
"It's quite delicious."
Luo Qingtong said, lightly licking the sugar residue at the corner of her mouth, smiling with a devilishly indulgent face.
"Shall we eat it together?"
"..."
Ye Qianming looked at the sugar-coated hawthorn in front of him, now bitten down by more than half, then at the moistness on Luo Qingtong's lips that she had just licked, the expression in his eyes becoming deeply profound.
