Ah Yu raised his eyes, glanced in their direction, then silently lowered his head and took another bite. Surprisingly, it didn't taste sour anymore.
"Miss~ Miss…" Shuang Ye tugged gently at her sleeve from the side, lowering her voice. "…This isn't appropriate."
Propriety demanded a strict separation between men and women, forbidding any direct physical contact.
No matter how unconventional Song Lianhe usually was, she was still an unmarried young lady with a betrothal. When interacting with men outside her family, she was naturally expected to observe etiquette and propriety.
Hearing this, Huai Xu also lowered his gaze. "Er, thank you, Second Miss, but I'm not fond of sour foods either."
"Is that so? I'll treat you to sweet fruits next time, then."
Song Lianhe couldn't care less about propriety, but if the man didn't like sour things, she wasn't going to force him.
On the veranda, a tall, slender figure in black stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze icy.
