"Yaoye, have you seen the meat I just roasted?"
Shen Jingyun came over with some fruits.
"I didn't see it," Shen Yaoye said, feeling guilty and not daring to look at Shen Jingyun. "Maybe something snatched it away."
"I see..." Shen Jingyun smiled. "Then you'll just have to put up with some fruit."
Shen Jingyun placed the fruits beside him.
"Who wants your fruit."
Shen Jingyun suddenly bent down, catching Shen Yaoye's muttering perfectly.
He leaned in so close so suddenly, Shen Yaoye was startled and stared wide-eyed at Shen Jingyun.
Shen Jingyun lifted his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, then patted his head and went back to the other side.
Shen Yaoye: "..."
Shen Yaoye touched the corner of his mouth, finding it greasy, he fiercely wiped it with his sleeve, his face turning bright red with embarrassment and annoyance.
After nightfall.