An Xiaoyu pouted, "Clearly, she is interested in you. It’s written all over her face, ’I like you’. I can’t believe you don’t know it at all!"
Shen Yufeng placed some food into An Xiaoyu’s plate and then said with a smile, "There are so many women who like me, do I really have to tell them clearly——I don’t like you?"
An Xiaoyu felt rather dismissed.
At this moment, Shen Yufeng suddenly added another line.
"Don’t worry, I only have feelings for you! So, I am yours!"
An Xiaoyu’s hand trembled, and the chicken wing she had just picked up dropped with a plop.
Dammit, this Frank confession from God is too stimulating!
Normally, don’t men just directly and dominantly tell women ’You are mine’? But God, he breaks the norms and simply blurts out ’I’m yours’!
How was she supposed to cope with that?
"What? You’re that timid?" Shen Yufeng chuckled softly, "I never saw you so unassertive even amidst bullets and gunfire!"
An Xiaoyu gave him a cold look.
"That was then, this is now!"
Shen Yufeng sat across from An Xiaoyu, just gazing at her, his eyes subtly brightening, an unfathomable expression rising in them.
An Xiaoyu was clearly aware that the current situation was very ambiguous and dangerous.
It’s just that, the words Shen Yufeng said tonight really shocked her.
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He didn’t seem to be joking when he said that...
Too soon for her to believe it’s true.
An Xiaoyu ate silently, while Shen Yufeng kept piling food onto her plate.
"Enough, enough, I already have a lot on my plate!"
An Xiaoyu felt a bit too full, but Shen Yufeng was being very calm, merely serving her food but not eating himself.
An Xiaoyu hesitated and asked, "Why aren’t you eating?"
Shen Yufeng shrugged his shoulders and said with a wistful tone, "Because no one is serving me!"
An Xiaoyu was dumbfounded.
Jesus, is God acting pitiful to garner sympathy?
She had just surrendered to his whims with her eyes closed, wasn’t that enough?
This whimsical fellow!
"Alright, alright, I’ll serve you!"
An Xiaoyu quickly picked up the chopsticks and served a chicken wing onto Shen Yufeng’s plate.
Shen Yufeng seemed somewhat unsatisfied.
An Xiaoyu was utterly baffled.
"Otherwise... what else should I do?"
"Huh?" An Xiaoyu hurriedly nodded, "Yes, full!"
"Since you’re full, it’s my turn now!"
An Xiaoyu was a bit confused.
What on earth does he want to do now?
"Come, come here next to me!"
Shen Yufeng smiled and beckoned An Xiaoyu. Instantly, she understood—could it be that he wanted her to stand next to him and serve him food?
An Xiaoyu took a deep breath, alright! After all, she was full, standing could help digest the food!
Just as she walked next to Shen Yufeng, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and dragged her backwards.
An Xiaoyu was startled, only to realize—she had ended up sitting on Shen Yufeng’s lap.
An Xiaoyu was immensely taken aback; this feeling... was like falling into a Hunter’s trap, beyond struggling.