Then, like a little glutton, she ate a fragrant sardine, praising it as she ate, "So delicious, Brother Yan, you should try it too."
But Daniel Shaw remained motionless, saying with passion, "All of this is prepared just for you."
"Ah?"
Clarissa Lindsey was a bit surprised, "It's too much, I can't finish it all. Join me, Brother Yan."
One of the guards couldn't help but laugh silently, Miss Clarissa, this is called sincerity, do you understand!
The Young Master's feelings for you are sincere!
Daniel Shaw remained unmoved, slightly lifting his cicada-wing thin lips, "You eat, and I'll tell you a story."
"Is this okay? It seems like I'm taking advantage of you..." Clarissa's cheeks were red, as if she already felt a kind of domineering care.
But Daniel Shaw didn't feel aggrieved, instead he was quite satisfied at heart, his complexion showing no change, and began telling a love story that the girl beside him, who loved to eat and listen to stories, adored and longed for:
