Besides sweet food, Cen Jin also has a fondness for fruit. So when the auntie handed it over, she smiled as she took it and said, "Thank you." The crisp and sweet taste instantly made Cen Jin's brows relax, and she nodded in satisfaction, "Mm, so sweet."
Speaking of which, she poked another piece of Hami melon from the tasting box the auntie was holding, and instinctively turned her head to offer the Hami melon in front of him, eagerly wanting to share, but forgetting that the toothpick was the one she had just used: "Jiang Baizhou, try it, it's really good and also very crisp."
Jiang Baizhou squinted at the Hami melon she handed over, his narrow eyes slightly narrowing. He looked deeply at her face full of smiles, lowered his head slightly, his cool lips parted, and he bit off the Hami melon from the toothpick, seemingly inadvertently sliding across it, his expression languid as he chewed, casually commenting, "Mm, it's okay."
The slap in the face came so quickly.
