The speed was neither fast nor slow, and his manner of eating was still elegant and pleasing to the eye, making Gu Tiantian a bit envious.
When feeding him again, Gu Tiantian mischievously sped up, wanting to see Bai Chenyao flustered.
Sure enough, Bai Chenyao was slightly startled by the sudden increase in speed and tried hard to keep up, though some grains of rice still fell occasionally, gradually littering the ground more and more, and the oil stains on Bai Chenyao's mouth and face increased.
Yet, no matter how messy it got, Bai Chenyao still sat with his back straight, maintaining an elegant posture, though his mouth was slightly puffed out, looking somewhat comical.
But his noble elegance and silent gaze made Gu Tiantian feel a bit weak at heart.
Letting out a dry laugh, Gu Tiantian quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe Bai Chenyao's mouth, explaining with a chuckle.
