Qin Yize's hand holding the small spoon tightened.
Yet, a hard-to-explain emotion also rose in his heart, seemingly sour, with a hint of sweetness, at this moment, there was only one person in his eyes.
He wanted to kiss her rosy lips, which surely tasted sweet.
Moved by his emotions, he leaned forward slightly, only to see the carving knife in Gu Qiaoqiao's hand resting on the black stone.
Qiaoqiao was very focused.
She didn't even look at him.
He finally came to his senses, straightened his body, steadied his mind again, and asked softly, "Is it good?"
Without lifting her head, Gu Qiaoqiao replied, "It's good."
A tender light flickered in Qin Yize's starry eyes, his lips curved with a smile as he continued feeding her, spoon by spoon.
After the first bite, the second bite felt even more natural.
Gu Qiaoqiao let herself go.
She focused on eating while carving, free of any psychological pressure.
Because she didn't need to look up at Qin Yize at all.