Chapter 138: The Deja Vu of a Beautiful Young Boy

"Sure." Shen Mosheng didn't look up, for fear that Han Yingying would see the blush on his face.

"Hurry up with the peeling—or no, go slowly, don't break it..." Han Yingying nervously watched his distinctly jointed hands, unwilling to even blink, afraid she might miss something.

Shen Mosheng found it somewhat amusing and reminded her, "Yingying, don't be nervous, it won't break."

"Oh Shen Mosheng, don't talk, focus, you're almost at the end," Han Yingying whispered anxiously, fearing the beautiful peel would tear.

"Yingying, don't get excited, be careful not to hurt your leg."

"Shen Mosheng, focus."

Seeing that the more he tried to calm her, the more nervous Han Yingying became, Shen Mosheng dared not speak any longer and seriously continued peeling the apple.

His jawline was smooth, yet sharply defined. His facial features were three-dimensional and profound, making his profile exceptionally charming.