Lin Murong's cookies were cute, headless—literally headless. These little gingerbread men were all missing heads.
Chi Yan fed her one, took one himself; it was lucky Lin Murong had not wandered over, or else he'd have had another chance to cry out about dog abuse.
His timing was just perfect. Su Yinhe finished the drama and the fruit right on cue.
Everything was just so perfectly timed.
He always had a good grasp on timing.
"Do they taste good?" Chi Yan asked her.
Su Yinhe still had the last piece of watermelon in her mouth.
She chewed, the watermelon was sweet, juicy, and delicious. "Tastes good."
"Do you like them?" he asked again.
"I do, of course, I like them. How could I not?"
"Then I'll make you another one next time. Or, I could go make a few more now, and store them away. When you feel like eating, just take them out..."
"No, no need, you... don't need to make so much. Don't overwork yourself. I feel so bad."
