Sheng Jianan leaned against the sofa cushion, arms crossed on the footstool, relaxing with his chin slightly raised, and gestured at the red grapes with a hint of young master's demeanor.
Tang Yanqi was slightly taken aback, did this mean he wanted her to peel the grapes for him?
With her slender fingers, she picked up a red grape, peeling and removing the seeds unhurriedly. When she finished, she realized there was no clean plate available. Just as Tang Yanqi was about to trouble Mrs. Zhang to bring one, the previously lazy person had already come over, parted his lips, and the grape in her hand had already been eaten by him.
"Tastes good, another one, please."
Tang Yanqi: "..."
In fact, there was nothing wrong with peeling grapes for Sheng Jianan, she was quite willing. After all, when you like someone, even compromising yourself for that person feels worthwhile, let alone such a small task.
But someone!!!
