Fan Ju peeled a small bowl of shrimp for her, and upon hearing her words, his hand which was halfway extended suddenly retracted.
"What exactly do you mean by that? Make yourself clear." He was thin-skinned, and if she didn't respond well, the shrimp would be confiscated right there.
Nie Rujun loved shrimp the most but found it troublesome to peel. The sight of the peeled shrimp dangling before her eyes instantly drew her attention.
"It just means I have a vivid memory, hey, you don't like shrimp. You've peeled them already, don't let them go to waste, give them to me."
As Fan Ju glanced at the sleeve she was tugging on, he said, "It's inappropriate for a married girl like you to have such a deep impression of another man. Moreover, who said I don't like to eat shrimp? Why would I peel so much if I didn't like them?"
He still had the disposable transparent gloves for peeling shrimp on his hands. He grabbed a shrimp and deliberately stuffed it into his mouth in front of her.
