"Since it's personally brewed by Zhenzhen, I naturally have to drink it myself," Qi Jingrong said with a smile. When he reached out to take the soup bowl, he also grasped Shen Yizhen's hand.
"Prince..." Shen Yizhen felt a jolt through her body and looked up in surprise, and then immediately bowed her head, exposing her lovely neck, but she didn't have the heart to pull her hand back.
"Zhenzhen, I would prefer it even more if you fed it to me by hand," Qi Jingrong's eyes narrowed slightly, brimming with electricity.
"I..." Shen Yizhen was so excited that she didn't know how to begin speaking.
Qi Jingrong then let out a soft sigh and released her hand, his tone somewhat despondent, "You're unwilling? It seems I was presumptuous with a beauty. Well, never mind then..."
"Zhenzhen is willing!" Shen Yizhen quickly spoke up, realizing after she had finished that she might have seemed too eager, and her face immediately turned red.
