"My heart is like a butterfly, longing to fly."
A sour soup hot pot without sour soup beef isn't a complete hot pot.
As Su Yinhe focused on the drama, she was unaware that Chi Yan was thinking some odd things to himself.
Chi Yan fed her a piece, then ate one himself, thankfully Lin Murong wasn't around, otherwise, he would have cried out "stop showing off your love" again.
His timing was perfect; as Su Yinhe finished the drama, the fruit was also just right.
Everything was just right.
He always had good control over timing.
"Tasty?" Chi Yan asked her.
Su Yinhe still had the last slice of watermelon in her mouth.
She chewed, finding the watermelon sweet, juicy, and delicious. "Tasty."
"Do you like it?" he asked again.
"Like it? Of course, I like it. How could I not?"
"Then I'll make you another one next time. Or, I could go make a few more now and store them, so whenever you want to eat, you can just take them out..."
