Why is it, exactly?
She couldn't understand.
But even if she couldn't, she wouldn't back down. As long as she could win his heart, what did waiting a little longer matter?
"Should I cut it into pieces and feed it to you?"
"Suit yourself."
His tone was so cold, it was hard for her to grasp his feelings.
Still, Qu Leqi insisted that Nian Shen liked her. Otherwise, why, out of so many people, had he chosen her?
Suppressing the nervous trembling inside her, she began cutting the pear into small pieces.
If someone were standing nearby to watch closely, they'd notice that Qu Leqi's hand was shaking—uncontrollably trembling.
Soon, it was done. She sat on the edge of the bed, pierced a piece with a toothpick, and fed it to his mouth.
He ate the piece that she handed to his lips but didn't let his gaze linger on her for even a moment.
She hesitated for a bit and then spoke up, "Mr. Nian… I don't know if I somehow offended Heather. She seems to keep targeting me…"
