Cen Lizhui winked at Chen Muxue, pinching off a fingernail-sized piece from the pizza. While no one was looking, he swiftly stuffed it into He Yanquan's mouth.
He Yanquan instinctively wanted to spit it out, but his tongue tasted it first. The outside of the pizza base was crispy, the inside soft, and the aroma of wheat spread in his mouth with a faint hint of tomato from the pizza sauce, but since it was just the base, he couldn't really taste the sauce.
Before his brain could react, He Yanquan swallowed it down.
He wanted to know what the part with the sauce tasted like!
This thought appeared in He Yanquan's mind. The next second, he shook his head vigorously — why was he starting to have these random thoughts?
He glared at Cen Lizhui angrily, wanting to ask why he was stuffing food into other people's mouths, but before he could speak, a refreshing breath spread from his stomach, and his somewhat muddled mind suddenly became much clearer.
