"Hmm, you called me to dinner, how could I not come?"
Shen Yuan studied her profile—skin fair and delicate, nose elegant and straight. Apart from the fine beads of sweat on her face, it was tinged with a soft blush; he couldn't tell if it was due to the heat in the kitchen or her shyness. Her lips, especially, were like ripe cherries, tempting one to take a couple of bites.
Damn, they must taste sweet.
Su Xuewei kept cooking while furtively keeping an eye on Shen Yuan. Noticing him inch closer through the corner of her eyes, she quickly said, "My mom's outside."
Shen Yuan chuckled, "Why are you so flustered? I'm not going to take advantage of you."
Su Xuewei's soft pink lips parted slightly—she wanted to retort, "You say that every time, but end up sneaking an advantage while I'm not looking."
In the end, though, she was too shy to argue back.
