Shi Su lifted her eyes, offering the pineapple to his mouth unceremoniously. Because the man was looking down at his phone, she had to lean slightly, almost lying on the dining table in front of him, awkwardly stretching her arm to feed him.
Jing Jihan had just finished reading an email and hadn't taken the pineapple she was offering. He looked up, his gaze landing on her.
"Eat." Shi Su didn't understand why he suddenly stared at her. Either look at the phone or eat pineapple, why stare at her?
In the deep black of his pupils was her reflection, and Shi Su's confused eyes met his unreadable ones.
Until she suddenly realized something under his silent but intense stare—
She abruptly looked down at her own clothes.
For convenience in changing costumes on set, she usually wore loose clothes, and the one she was wearing today was no exception.
Very! Loose!
Now, as she half-leaned on the table, the neckline, which was already open to the collarbone, gaped even wider.
