Why was he so easily embarrassed?
Watching Shen Mosheng with his ears red and his head buried in his meal, a mischievous smile crossed Han Yingying's eyes. Under the table, her hand gently crept into Shen Mosheng's, which was resting on his thigh, and she lightly traced his palm.
His ears turned even redder. Shen Mosheng gently grasped her hand, turned his head to look at her, his eyes smiling and gleaming.
This joyful sight easily infected Han Yingying, and she couldn't help but curve into a smile herself, turning her head to look at him as her small hand intertwined tightly with his.
The two of them made these subtle movements unnoticed, feeling indescribably joyful inside.
A large table of people dining together always created an exceptionally warm atmosphere.
Even the usually reticent father Shen was prompted to talk a bit more.
After the meal, the younger people hurried to take care of everything, allowing the elders to sit in the living room to chat and watch television.
