But when she sat in the private room with Anjue, and a whole roasted lamb was delivered, she was dumbfounded.
She swallowed and said to Anjue, "We can't finish this."
Anjue chuckled, "Don't worry, just eat. No one is asking you to finish it."
Ye Xiaoyu pouted, obediently sat down, and Anjue tore off the most tender part of the roasted lamb for her, along with the seasonings, and placed it in front of her.
Ye Xiaoyu was surrounded by the aroma.
She was practically drooling.
She reached out to pick up chopsticks.
Anjue waved his hand at her.
"Using chopsticks is inconvenient, just use your hands."
Ye Xiaoyu hesitated, "Then have someone bring gloves over."
Anjue laughed, "No need, just use your hands!"
Ye Xiaoyu clicked her tongue.
"But aren't you a germaphobe? What if you don't let me hold your hand if my hands are dirty later?"
Anjue couldn't help but laugh.
"I wouldn't mind."
Anjue had an extreme germaphobia since he was young.
