The man's slender fingers pinched her chin, as Yu Chiyin squinted his eyes slightly, stirring up a storm.
A few minutes later, Yu Chiyin reluctantly let go of her, his expression carrying a sinister charm, his voice soft and husky.
"Hmm... indeed a delicious flavor."
His gaze then fell upon her lips again.
It was unclear whether he referred to the sweetness of the cherries or her lips.
Lu Fengxuan's heartbeat uncontrollably accelerated, as she glared at him, grabbing a handful of cherries and stuffing them into his hand.
"Eat, eat, eat, have your fill!"
Yu Chiyin lowered his head to look at the cherries she handed over, then met her huffy gaze and smiled slyly.
Indeed following her wish, he pinched a cherry by the stem with two slender fingers, opened his mouth and slowly fed it to himself.
"..."
Lu Fengxuan thought back to the moments he left her breathless earlier, and upon seeing his "tools of mischief," her face turned red in an instant, unable to hold back.
