Mu Yunlie looked at her dotingly and chuckled.
"No worries, I don't particularly enjoy fruit. Keep going, how did he follow you to the barbecue restaurant?"
He enjoyed watching her eat, her little mouth smacking nonstop, her lips tender and moist.
It was pleasing to the eye.
It made one unable to resist the urge to bite.
Moreover, just watching her made him feel an immense sense of happiness.
Yan Qianyi set down the fruit plate and wiped her hands before continuing with the story at the barbecue restaurant.
After listening, Mu Yunlie's gaze grew even softer, "So when you looked up and smiled at that moment, was it because you thought the roses were from me?"
"Yes."
"If the roses had been from me, would you have liked them?"
Yan Qianyi paused, "That's... not really the point of our conversation right now. I'm trying to explain what happened then."
"Yes, I believe you."
"You believe even my side of the story?"
