Gu Shaocheng glanced in disgust, and then continued to read his file.
Chenxing liked to share delicacies with others, "Have a taste, just a bite."
"Don't bring your face full of pimples close to me, it affects my appetite." Gu Shaocheng teased, but he couldn't resist her enthusiasm. He opened his mouth, not only biting the chicken wing but also grabbing her greasy hand with his lips.
Chenxing's mind raced, she quickly withdrew her hand, turned her back to him, and decided not to share anymore!
Unexpectedly, after Gu Shaocheng finished a chicken wing, he surprisingly asked her, "Do you still have seafood rice?"
"Yeah." She responded, not even bothering to look up.
"Feed it to me."