Hearing the noise, Lin Qiao turned her head, "Why did you come back so quickly? Didn't you chat with Bao Ying for a bit?"
Song Tingfan nervously glanced at her twice and then took out a leaf-wrapped bundle of raspberries from his sleeve for her, "We didn't talk much."
He somehow knew she was upset, which made him a bit happy.
"What?"
Lin Qiao wasn't as involved in his inner drama. She took it and opened it to see the red raspberries. She took one and put it in her mouth—it was sweet and sour.
"Delicious, you should have some too."
Seeing that he didn't eat, she instinctively reached to feed him, but quickly realized how inappropriate it was, immediately pulling back her hand.
But before she could withdraw, a strong hand held hers, and Song Tingfan bent down to eat from it, smiling at the corners of his lips, "Delicious."
Good-looking people don't even need to try; they just naturally exude charm.
