Fine! I admit it! I was wrong to kiss you without permission! I won't ever do it again! I'll ask first next time! Rong Ye mutters in his heart but dares not say it aloud. Now his pride and food are colliding. He doesn't know what to choose.
Just… just give me food from your hand again, he thought, looking at the crispy barbeque in her hand.
Because when he roasted it himself, it didn't even deserve to be called food.
Meanwhile, Hu Yan sat calmly at her other side, skewering and turning his meat slowly.
Golden flames flickered in his eyes as he focused. Soon, a perfect golden-brown piece of meat sizzled on his stick.
The scent was rich, juicy, mouthwatering.
He placed it aside carefully, his big hand clumsy but earnest.
Rong Ye's violet eyes burned with jealousy.
He wanted to snatch it. He wanted to kick the tiger. He wanted to...
But he didn't. His pride wouldn't let him.
And then...
"Eh? So this is how you do it?"
A new voice joined in.
