Before Xia Changyue could answer, he had picked up a crayfish and put it in her plate.

"..."

Is it for her? Didn't she strip it?

Xia Changyue looked suspiciously at the crayfish on the plate, then looked at the man beside him, hesitating.

She was afraid that when she just picked up the crayfish, she would go from heaven to **** in a second.

After waiting for a few seconds, I couldn't help it. I reached out my hand to grab the crayfish and peeled it off in twos or twos.

Just about to put it in his mouth, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at him.

Does he really stop calling?

Yan Chengchi leaned lazily on the chair, her deep black eyes could capture every subtle expression on her small face.

He did not do anything, nor did he stop her as she thought.

Instead, he looked at her indifferently and quickly eliminated the crayfish on the table.

"Don't you eat?"

When Xia Changyue peeled a crayfish and was about to put it in his mouth, the corner of his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Yan Chengchi who hadn't done anything from start to finish.

Isn’t it weird that he came here to eat but didn’t eat a single crayfish?

She moved her eyebrows, and put the freshly peeled shrimp into his plate.

"Try it, it tastes good."

"..."

Yan Chengchi's dark eyes flashed slightly, glanced at the small face she was expecting, then glanced at the shrimp in the plate, picked up the chopsticks, and clamped it into his mouth.

The taste is okay.

He is not a person who likes to eat crayfish, he just likes to see the contented expression on her face when she eats crayfish.

Simple and frank, it's like owning the world.

It seems that no matter what happens, she can become very happy if she gives her a plate of crayfish.

I just don't know, if she knows her mother's condition, can crayfish cure her grief?

Yan Chengchi's eyes dimmed, looking at the happy smile on her small face, and closing the words to his lips.

Xia Changyue suddenly realized that he had eaten the shrimp on the plate.

It turns out that he wanted to eat it, and he didn't bother to peel it himself.

The words of Special Assistant Jin flashed across my mind.

He did so much for her parents' condition, and she misunderstood him.

An emotion similar to guilt emerged in her heart. Xia Changyue bit her lip, stopped eating, and kept peeling it from his plate.

When I couldn't help it, I just put one in my mouth.

She peeled one, Yan Chengchi ate one, and the plate was always empty.

"I can't do it anymore, my hands hurt." Xia Changyue took off his gloves and got up from the seat. Just about to turn around to wash his hands, he held her hand with one of his hands.

Yan Chengchi drew her to his eyes and looked down at her little white hand.

I caught a glimpse of the redness of my fingertips, frowning of eyebrows, and a trace of annoyance across my eyes.

Pulling her, walked towards the sink, put her hand under the faucet, and twisted the water.

The splash of water rushed over the tangled hands of two people...

"In fact, it doesn't hurt so much. I just wash my hands." Xia Changyue was about to withdraw his hand, but Yan Chengchi refused.

He pulled her, foamed her finely, and carefully washed and dried her.

He looked serious, as if he was taking care of a child.

After washing his hands, he finally let go of hers.

Xia Changyue just turned around, but his petite body was pressed against the wall by his backhand.

His tall body locked her between the wall and his broad chest, and his dark eyes stared at her faintly.

From Xia Changyue's perspective, he can clearly see his slightly rolling **** apple.

The next second, his kiss fell.