Mu Tiantian found that, even without drinking the red date and white fungus soup, she probably wouldn't find the taste bitter.
The bitterness seemed to disappear long ago with his kiss.
It was only afterwards that she, in her innocence, realized this moment.
Thinking of this, Mu Tiantian's cheeks instantly flushed red, and she dared not meet Bai Chenyao's gaze, quickly lowered her eyes, and took a spoonful of the red date and white fungus soup.
It was sweet and carried a faint fragrance, very tasty.
However, it wasn't as sweet and intimate as a tenth of his kiss.
The more she thought, the redder Mu Tiantian's cheeks became. Her cheeks, originally with a light pink hue, turned into two ripe red apples in the silent bedroom.
Looking so tempting, making one want to take a bite.
Bai Chenyao's eyes deepened somewhat, and his hand holding the pen tightened without Mu Tiantian noticing, before he suddenly looked away and continued with his work.
