She slammed the bowl onto the table and, after a deep exhale, threw herself into Dan Hanjie's arms.
With tiny hands clutching his lapels and a frown on her pretty face, she said, "My tongue is so bitter..."
Dan Hanjie pulled her in tighter, his slender fingers caressing her cheek before he descended to capture her trembling lips.
"Mmm..."
Qin Youxuan's eyes widened in surprise, staring at him in dismay.
She had just meant to pout a bit, not expecting him to bear the unpleasant taste with her.
An intense entanglement.
Only after a while did Dan Hanjie gently let her go, "Still bitter?"
"..."
Qin Youxuan blushed, not knowing where to rest her gaze.
She shook her head adamantly.
She would never dare to complain about bitterness in front of him again.
"Mr. Jie, everything is ready," Yao said as he entered the room, bowing respectfully.
