After Si Nan finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, hooked the back of her neck from behind and drew her toward him, and under Tang Yige's startled gaze, sealed her lips with his.
Feeling his soft, wet tongue gently brush across her lips, Tang Yige only felt a numb shiver shoot up from the base of her spine.
He paused on her lips for a moment, then Si Nan calmly withdrew, looking at Tang Yige's flushed face with a faint smile. "Tastes pretty good. Mm, I mean the soup."
Tang Yige, "…"
So, not only has he learned how to sweet-talk now, he's also learned how to be bad, right?
Tang Yige pressed her lips together, lowered her head, eating while muttering under her breath, "You're getting worse and worse."
"Mm, I'm only bad to you."
Si Nan picked up a piece of greens and put it into her bowl, his voice smooth and gentle.
Tang Yige's ears burned. "Geng Yi bought way too much, I can't finish it. You help me eat some. Otherwise it'll be such a waste."
