Bo Jingyan, listening to her coquettish complaints, felt his heart was about to melt.
"I may not help you with your job, but I can offer assistance with other things."
At once, Xia Qingtian's eyes moved from the script to Bo Jingyan's face. Her tone was tinged with curiosity when she asked, "Oh? Please do tell me what kind of help you can offer."
Bo Jingyan picked up some fruit from the coffee table and fed it to her by hand.
He spoke with a tone of endearment, "I can feed you fruit."
As he spoke, he had already peeled a grape and was putting it into Xia Qingtian's mouth. "Ah, open your mouth," he coaxed her gently as if he was not feeding an adult but a baby.
Oddly enough, Xia Qingtian felt a chill. Wanting to tease him, she pretended to be dissatisfied and complained after swallowing the grape, "The grape you fed me is not sweet at all!"
Bo Jingyan took her words seriously.
