Shi Qian was about to wipe her face with a tissue when Fu Sinian suddenly leaned toward her.
"Don't move." His voice was accompanied by a hot breeze that brushed past her ears. It was as if he had cast a spell on her, immobilizing her.
Fu Sinian dipped his finger into the stuffing on her cheek and put it in his mouth.
Instantly, he looked extremely uncomfortable.
"What's that smell?"
"Durian?" Shi Qian was not sure if it was a pure durian, but it was definitely mixed with durian.
Fu Sinian's expression made her forget that he had just eaten the spot that had been wiped from her cheek.
She pulled a tissue and held it out to him, thinking he was going to spit it out.
Fu Sinian took the tissue and wiped his fingers.
He forced himself to swallow.
However, his expression was extremely ugly.
