Cen Juan Fell Over (4)

Fu Ting suddenly flew into a rage out of humiliation. She reached out to snatch it away." Give it back to me. I'm not giving it to you anymore.""​

Cen Juan leaned back to prevent the little girl from snatching it. At the same time, he grabbed Fu Ting's outstretched hand with one hand and pulled it forward slightly.

Fu Ting had no choice but to lean forward. Her upper body was pressed against the table, and her wrist was held by the other party. She looked up and met the man's smiling eyes.

She watched as Cen Juan ate the peeled prawn bit by bit. His thin lips said unhurriedly,"If you want it, take it from Brother's mouth ~"

The spicy oil of the prawns made the corners of the man's lips very red. It contrasted with the cold white tone of his neck, making him look inexplicably sexy.

".."

Him! Yes! No! Yes! No!

Yes! This! Eh! Horny!

Fu Ting swallowed softly and glared at him." Let go of your hand!"