"Rice bowl, rice bowl, rice bowl..." Murong muttered about the rice bowl under his breath.
Su Yinhe was engrossed in the drama and had no idea what weird things Chi Yan was thinking all by himself.
Chi Yan fed her a piece, then ate a piece himself. It was fortunate that Murong wasn't there; otherwise, he would have cried out about them flaunting their love again.
His timing was just perfect. By the time Su Yinhe finished the drama, the fruit was also finished.
Everything was just perfect.
He always had great control over timing.
"Is it tasty?" Chi Yan asked her.
Su Yinhe still had the last piece of watermelon in her mouth.
She chewed, finding the watermelon sweet, juicy, and delicious. "Tasty."
"Do you like it?" he asked again.
"I like it, of course, I like it. How could I not like it?"
"Then I'll make another one for you next time. Or, I could make a few more right now and put them in the space, and you can take them out whenever you want to eat..."
