"So... may I eat it now?" Gu Yu's deep, dark eyes looked at Tang Yuran, a hint of a shallow smile on his lips as he whispered to her.
Tang Yuran was momentarily stunned, biting into the piece of cantaloupe, and nodded her head, muttering indistinctly, "Go ahead, no one said you couldn't."
"Then I won't be polite." Gu Yu smiled at her, picked up the fruit tea in his hand, speared a piece of cantaloupe from the fruit plate, and was about to bring it to his mouth when he suddenly turned back, glanced at Tang Yuran, and said, "Did you just say that you couldn't eat anymore?"
"Um..." Tang Yuran nodded, about to diligently eat the piece of cantaloupe she was holding in her mouth when suddenly, Gu Yu leaned over. His thin lips pressed precisely against her red ones.
Tang Yuran's eyes widened instantly. His warm breath was like a feather, lightly touching her cheek before silently drifting away.
