At the dining table.
Sun Zhe was devouring his food, full of praise for the nanny's cooking skills.
However, sitting opposite him, Lin Yingchun was sullen. With her head down, she poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks and muttered softly, "Is eating all you know how to do? You're like a pig."
Sun Zhe looked up at her, a bit puzzled. He felt that there was something off about the campus beauty and asked, "Yingchun, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just eat your meal." Lin Yingchun couldn't be bothered with him and turned her head to look elsewhere.
Sun Zhe studied her for a moment, sensing that she was acting strangely, as if something was on her mind.
Just then, a leg clad in sheer stockings stretched out from under the table and kicked his knee. He looked down at the delicate foot wrapped in the thin material and suddenly reached out to grab it, playfully fiddling with it in his hand.
Lin Yingchun's pretty face turned red. "What are you doing? You pervert!"
