But Jian Han did not eat no matter how delicious it was. She turned her small head sideways and did not want to look at it.
Cherries…
It was such a sensitive kind of fruit…
She still clearly remembered the words he had said during the red wine competition. They made her at a loss and…his words were so racy.
At this moment, something cold landed on her lips. With two fingers, the man pinched a supple cherry and personally gave it to her.
"Have a taste," he said.
Jian Han's face was crimson red. He was calm and natural, but she did not believe that he forgot what he said to her during the red wine competition, and also, there were other fruits on the plate, but he just had to pick the cherries to feed her.
