Leng Chenxuan sat down beside her, picked up the knife and fork, and held up a piece of beef to her mouth: "Eat!" Qianxue turned her delicate head away, ignoring him. Was she a little dog? Should she eat just because he said so?
"Little woman." Leng Chenxuan's hand holding the fork didn't lower, his gaze on her profile teasing: "If you don't want to be fed with a silver fork, should I feed you with my mouth instead? Shall we try?" Those tender lips emitting a blush truly seemed tempting, slightly pouting as if inviting him to taste them, making him truly want to throw caution to the wind and pluck them...
This sentence indeed made Qianxue turn her head back. She looked at him, her pretty face flushing red as her bright, sparkling eyes fiercely glared at the fickle man before her, her small hand quickly grabbing the knife and fork and venting her anger on the steaming beef.
This plate of beef resembled this man's wicked face. How could a man be so changeable! She was furious!
