But the next second, Qin Feimo opened his mouth and took the soup dumpling in directly, eating it with relish.
Feng Jinglei, however, froze, her outstretched hand stiff in mid-air.
She thought he would take the dumpling with a spoon, but he used his mouth directly.
After being stunned for a few seconds, she returned to her senses and lowered her head to continue eating.
After a brief silence, Qin Feimo suddenly spoke, "Are you still angry about the bet?"
When he asked this question, Qin Feimo continued to eat with his head down, without looking at her.
Feng Jinglei instinctively looked up. The question she didn't dare to ask, he brought up himself.
Of course, she was angry, but she didn't answer, instead, she continued to eat in silence.
"I'm sorry."
His sudden apology caught her off guard, and she looked at him in surprise.
He still didn't raise his head, leisurely eating, "It won't happen again."
