Yu Xinman's movements were incredibly natural, and her tone carried the playful charm befitting her age.
The tips of her hair, falling in front of her, were kissed with soft golden sunlight, and her radiant face took on a gentle hue that caused Chen Yan to glance at her more than once.
"Thank you." He accepted the small cake, took a delicate bite, and unknowingly, a smudge of cream clung to his lips.
The man gazed at the scenery not far away while nibbling on the cake. His slender eyes curved slightly, as if reflecting a contented mood.
Yu Xinman's attention was entirely fixed on his captivating side profile. She stared at the dot of cream and smiled faintly, "Chen Yan, you're so clumsy."
"Hm?" Chen Yan turned his head, puzzled.
Even a single syllable from his gentle voice was enough to make one's heart race uncontrollably, like a startled deer.
Yu Xinman pulled a napkin from a box on the round table, leaned closer, and gently wiped the corner of his lips.
