Ye Muyu picked up a plate of Chestnut Cake and walked over to Chu Heng.
Chu Heng held Nuanbao with both hands, looked at her, and sought sympathy: "Not empty."
Ye Muyu could see through his little scheme, and laughed out loud.
She casually placed the plate on the stone table, picked up a piece of cake, and fed it to his mouth.
Chu Heng took a bite of the half piece, brushing against her fingers, and lightly bit them.
Ye Muyu quickly retracted her hand, angrily ate the other half: "How can you bite me!"
"Don't be mad, next time I'll bite gently." Chu Heng's words made Ye Muyu's already red face even more flushed, angrily glaring at him: "You're too much."
"Come, son, have some milk." Ye Muyu decisively ignored him for a while, giving Nuanbao some milk.
Nuanbao didn't really like drinking pure milk, preferring sweetness like Chu Heng.
