The cake Wen Fucheng bought her was delicious, and the cream wasn't too greasy. Clearly expensive at first glance.
Ying Jing was halfway through when he took the cake and the spoon away.
Hmm?
She used her hand to pull at the box, staring intently at the man, as if saying she still wanted to eat.
Wen Fucheng could also see what she was thinking.
He gently reminded her it wasn't allowed.
"If you want more, come again next time. Not now, you need to rest."
Someone had already told him what happened during the day.
"Is your tailbone not hurting anymore?"
Had he not mentioned it, Ying Jing wouldn't have awkwardly moved her body.
Silently letting go and pushing the cake aside.
"Alright, not eating then."
Now she was being obedient, Wen Fucheng cleverly pulled some colorful candies from his suit pocket.
"What's this? Why are you giving me candy?"
