"Are you very hungry?"
Fu Yanye stopped to ask her.
"Yes!"
Zhuo Jian looked at the undisguised fervor in his dark eyes and immediately gave a wise answer.
With a helpless sigh, Fu Yanye had no choice but to pull up a chair and sit down beside her, "Then let's eat first."
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat pounded, particularly forceful.
He was serving her soup with his most attractive hands.
But it seemed like he wanted to sit elsewhere, Zhuo Jian wanted to scream for help, but she didn't know who could save her.
Or maybe...
Zhuo Jian thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "I've got my period."
"Hmm?"
Fu Yanye looked stunned, then frowned.
"So we can't do it tonight."
After saying this, Zhuo Jian picked up a spoon and started sipping her soup.
His soup-making skills were top-notch, almost on par with a seven-star hotel.
However, Fu Yanye had lost his appetite and just watched her eat so happily, busying himself by serving her more dishes and soup.
