Woman: "My lord, how do you find these pastries?"
Man: "Not bad."
Woman: "Then have another piece."
Man: "Alright, Tan'er should eat too."
Woman: "Hmm, feed me..."
Man: "Alright."
Thus, the man, without a second word, naturally picked up a piece of pastry and brought it to the woman's lips. The woman ate it with relish, praising the taste. And the sesame seeds that stuck to the corners of her mouth were timely brushed away by the man's jade-like spring onion fingers, showing limitless affection.
The picture of them being sweet and loving, affectionate, and utterly sugary emerged.
It was enough to make those around them green with envy or itch with hatred.
Especially Xiao Li, who knew that despite being demons and doing it on purpose, she was helpless against them. People displaying their affection, what's it to you? If you can't eat grapes, does it mean others can't sour you either?
Just as Xiao Li was about to jump out of bed, despite her wounds, from the acid...
