Stretching out his hand to pinch her soft cheeks, Chu Xinian intentionally teased her with a mischievous look.
"Little girl, who are you calling mean?"
Qin Yiren pouted like a duck, fighting against the oppressive force, "I'm talking about you... um."
Before she finished her sentence, the man leaned down to kiss her, tasting again and again as if she were some special delicious candy.
With oxygen in her chest becoming scarce, Qin Yiren blushed and pushed the man away, realizing that ever since their relationship deepened, he often took the initiative like this.
"Little cutie... have you decided what to eat?"
Licking his lips intentionally or otherwise, Chu Xinian playfully sparred with Qin Yiren until his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Unnoticed by him, the sudden steadiness in the man's brows and eyes, Qin Yiren seriously pondered, "I'm okay with anything, do you want Chinese or Western?"
