"Tasty," Ye Anqi smiled radiantly.
She cut a piece for herself and then proactively scooped up a spoonful to feed Ya Shitian.
The man raised an eyebrow, "Don't you dislike doing this?"
"I like it today," Ye Anqi spoke the truth, "Will the young master Ya have some?"
Ya Shitian's lips curved with a wicked smile, "Of course, I'll have some."
He ate the cake she fed him, it was sweet, yet not at all cloying.
The two of them ate while looking at each other, and inexplicably even the air seemed to grow sweeter.
Ya Shitian's gaze gradually became hotter, and Ye Anqi's face turned a bit red.
She suddenly felt her heart beating fast—was this the feeling of being in love?
But she was scared that this was just her wishful thinking...
Ya Shitian suddenly raised his hand to touch her face, "Why is it so hot?"
Ye Anqi was taken aback, for his hand had cream on it, which now smeared all over her face.
Ya Shitian let out a low chuckle, "This blush is quite nice."
The cream was red.
