Do You Want a Pear?

When he was together with the person he liked, even the food he ate seemed sweet.

Lin Gantang had a small appetite and was the first to finish her meal. She put down her bowl and sat opposite Wen Yanqing, then began to tease him by hooking his pants with her feet.

The weather was warm, and her feet were warm as well. She touched his skin lazily and felt a little aroused.

"Are you hinting that I can do something to you?" Wen Yanqing ate slowly.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Gantang paused. "Eat properly."

She retracted her leg and looked at the tabby cat cat squatting at the dining table, staring at the food on the table. "Big Mi, you're not a dog. Why do you keep staring at people eating, just like a dog?"

She picked up Big Mi and forcefully brought it to the living room. In the end, she realized that, just as she put it down, the cat had slipped away to its father again.

Forget it, forget it.