"The cake is really delicious." Xuan Ge laughed as he took it, "You have your hands full, let me feed you."
As he spoke, he took the cake from Luo Yiqian's hand, opened the box, took out the small silver spoon inside, and dug out a small piece to bring it to Luo Yiqian's mouth.
Luo Yiqian watched Xuan Ge's graceful and charming actions, her eyes arching, thinking Brother Fu really is a gentle person.
Xuan Ge placed the small silver spoon against those pink lips, paused for a moment, and then, as though nothing happened, shifted his gaze.
Feeling the vibration of the small spoon, his gaze returned, only to see Luo Yiqian had taken the whole spoon into her mouth, her rosy, full lips shining with a faint luster, her eyes unconsciously deepened.
Just as the romantic atmosphere was gradually deepening, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in Xuan Ge's peripheral vision, with a face full of anger.
