"Fine! Don't regret it later!"
With a huff, Zhuo Jian picked up a slightly spoiled cherry and stuffed it into his mouth.
Fu Yanye didn't even see it clearly and just felt a bit of pain in his mouth.
Violently stuffing in cherries?
Displeased, Fu Yanye caught her wrist that was holding the plate and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap, "Trying to murder your own husband?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was startled by his sudden move and was still reeling when she suddenly felt her mouth being blocked, followed by his familiar expert moves.
Ha! He actually kissed her in front of Grandma?
No!
He was returning the cherry back to her mouth.
Zhuo Jian, released by him, covered her mouth and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Fu Yanye looked at her coldly, "Eat it!"
Zhuo Jian felt like crying, pushing the plate into his arms before getting up and running to the restroom.
Fu Yanye lazily held the plate of cherries, lazily popping them into his mouth one by one.
