Currently, the young woman was holding a fried chicken dipped in sweet and sour sauce in her left hand and a mung bean cake in her right hand. She was eating from left to right with relish.
Just watching Yue Ran eat would make anyone feel hungry. It was presented in a way that gave the impression that she was eating a fine delicacy that could only be found after sailing through the seven seas, as opposed to some ordinary restaurant food that could be spotted just anywhere. The index finger of Long Yuan could not help but move in response to such a clear display of enjoyment.
It was a visual feast for the eyes.
For some reason, she made him want to eat as well—a feeling he thought he had long lost.
"This mung bean cake suits my taste a lot," Yue Ran remarked smilingly. "Here, you can have a try."
Yue Ran rolled up her sleeves, pinched a small piece of pastry with a bare hand, and brought it to the mouth of the sword spirit, motioning for him to eat.
