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Their movements reached a stalemate, with Bai Shanshan pinching a dandelion in one hand and scratching at her trouser leg with the other.
Shen Fu clenched one fist and slid the other into his pocket, as the distance between them shrunk, the ten centimeters gap steadily narrowing.
"Shanshan, what does that phyllo steak taste like after all?" Shen Fu asked, his breath now able to mist Shanshan's face.
"Didn't you eat it?"
Shen Fu's hand moved to her waist and pulled her towards him, leaving virtually no space between them, "I'll give you another chance to rephrase."
Bai Shanshan looked up at him, finally understanding; this time, she lacked her earlier reluctance. After all, she had once told him to try it. It was he who refused, but now he wanted to—men really are fickle creatures.
Thus, Bai Shanshan closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly, "What does it taste like? Why don't you taste it for yourself~"
