It looked a lot like a baby hamster nibbling on its food.
Zhou Luchen leaned against the car, lazily watching her. "I want some too."
Shen Jing paused, slightly startled. "Eat what?"
He stared at her, silent.
Such a tsundere.
Shen Jing scooped up a small piece from the untouched side of the ice jelly. "Open up."
Seeing her stand on tiptoe, her fair, dainty feet looking petite in his oversized men's slippers, Zhou Luchen patiently bent down.
A small wooden spoon held a bit of green dumpling jelly.
"You don't mind sharing the bowl, do you?"
But he didn't eat; he was just teasing her to see if she would feed him.
It was always like this; he was just playing with her.
Annoyed, Shen Jing stepped on his leather shoe. "Are you disgusted by me?"
Zhou Luchen bent down and smiled at her, his voice low and hoarse. "Haven't we kissed before?"
They had.
Sharing a bowl and spoon... For a rich young master like him, it must be his mysophobia acting up.
