Fu Sichen had a cold personality, and there was only one person that he really liked. He was also exceptionally persistent in liking Pei Zhen.
Because he was naturally indifferent, he was usually nonchalant about most things.
For example, the question of whether or not to eat seafood. Fu Sichen didn't like shelling prawns because he found it troublesome and a waste of time.
That didn't seem to be the case anymore.
The white Persian cat sat by the table. Every so often, a shelled prawn would appear in his bowl. All he needed to do was open his mouth and enjoy his meal.
Fu Sichen had long fingers with prominent joints.
Good-looking people looked good doing anything.
Every time Fu Sichen lifted up a fresh red prawn, his skin looked even paler in comparison to the fresh red color of the shell. Pei Zhen didn't even have to turn his head to see Fu Sichen's protruding wristbone.
There was a sort of seductiveness about it.
