She didn't care whether her hands were dirty or not and grabbed a piece of pastry to bring to Chu Yuxiao's lips.
"I'll feed you," she said, looking at him with a grin.
Chu Yuxiao looked down at the pastry in her hand.
He smiled faintly.
The pastry was no longer whole, half of it broken.
Crumbs from other pastries covered Su Yan's hand and had also stuck to the half-piece of pastry.
He had a severe case of germophobia; even the bowls and chopsticks he used for eating were for his use exclusively.
Usually, when eating outside, he'd only choose clean foods or eat what he had prepared himself.
However, this piece of pastry, which looked dirty and unappetizing, seemed like a delicacy from the mortal world in his eyes.
He wished he could devour it in one bite and then take her hand into his mouth as well.
Thinking like this, Chu Yuxiao did just that.
He was always a man of action, doing whatever he felt like doing.
