Compared to eating, he much preferred to devour her instead.
Yan Jingting held his breath for a moment, burying his head in the crook of her neck, where a secretive, sweet fragrance invaded his nostrils free of charge, as if it were nectar with an irresistible allure to butterflies, nearly causing him to lose his sanity.
Suppressing the tumbling thoughts within himself, Yan Jingting closed his eyes, thinking of the hot spring resort he would visit in a few days. His strong self-control allowed him to release Chu Zhiyi.
He calmly said, "I'm not hungry."
Chu Zhiyi glanced at him, only to see the whites of his eyes streaked with red blood vessels and his forehead faintly bulging with veins.
Leaning against his body, which was tense and terribly hot, she did not dare to say much. Picking up the chopsticks, she ate without tasting.
The two of them dined on lunch, each harboring their own hidden thoughts.
