"You really are putting on a show," Murong commented, as he watched Chi Yan's movements.
Murong downed two large bowls in succession.
Su Yinhe was focused on the drama and didn't realize that Chi Yan was thinking about all sorts of bizarre things by himself.
Chi Yan fed her a piece and ate a piece himself; it was fortunate that Murong wasn't around to shout about dog abuse again.
His timing was just perfect. As soon as Su Yinhe finished the drama, the fruit was also just finished.
Everything was just so perfect.
He always had great control over timing.
"Does it taste good?" Chi Yan asked her.
Su Yinhe still had the last piece of watermelon in her mouth.
She chewed it—the watermelon was sweet, juicy, and delicious. "It tastes good."
"Do you like it?" he asked again.
"I like it, of course, I like it. How could I not like it?"
"Then I'll make another one next time. Or, I can go make a few more now and store them in the fridge, and when you want to eat, just take them out..."
