Chu Mo took the pastry from the other's hand, then picked up a small dessert fork to cut himself a piece and tasted it, immediately a wonderfully sweet flavor surged forth.
He glanced at Ding Qian beside him, seeing she was still massaging her own legs. After cutting another piece of pastry, he softly said,
"You've worked hard, have a taste too."
Chu Mo extended the dessert fork, which he had used to cut the cake, to the woman beside him. The woman named Ding Qian, whose stunning beauty could overturn nations, immediately stopped what she was doing, and a dreamy blush spread over her cheeks like overripe apples.
There was only one dessert fork on the small plate, clearly used by Chu Mo just moments ago. If Ding Qian used it now, the implications would be quite intriguing.
Chu Mo didn't retract his hand, nor did he give up, just quietly holding out his hand waiting, no sign of impatience in his gaze.
He was waiting for an answer from the girl in front of him.
