Do You Like Him?

Fu Hanchuan's deep voice resonated, "Shengsheng, if you like it, eat more."

Qin Sheng turned her gaze toward Fu Hanchuan, meeting the gleam of amusement in his eyes. In a fluster, she quickly lowered her eyes. "Thank you, Brother Fu."

With a faint smile, Fu Hanchuan's gaze flickered to the delicate curve of Qin Sheng's earlobe, which was undoubtedly flushed with color.

He proceeded to peel another shrimp, placing it gently in her bowl. 

After peeling four shrimp, he finally paused.

Throughout the dinner, Qin Sheng dared not look at Fu Hanchuan. His eyes, however, often drifted toward her. Every time he noticed the faint blush spreading across her ears, his lips would unconsciously curl into a smile.

After the meal, Qin Sheng, unable to face Fu Hanchuan, retreated to her room. Unlike before, when she would stay with him in the living room, she now sat before her computer, attempting to resolve the memory issue.

Yet, her focus eluded her.