"Here."
"Thank you, dear."
Taking the stir-fried rice cake handed over by Liu Xin'an, Bae Juhyun stabbed a piece with a small wooden stick, bit into it herself, and then fed the other half to Liu Xin'an's mouth.
"Is it tasty?"
"Mmm!"
Liu Xin'an no longer believed Bae Juhyun's exaggerated claim. In his view, it was just her getting too used to expressing herself dramatically from too much reality TV.
How tasty could it be?
Liu Xin'an leaned in and bit into the stir-fried rice cake, about to speak, when suddenly his cheek felt hot.
By the time he realized it, the contented Bae Juhyun had already shrunk back into the corner of the passenger seat, making faces at him.
Only then did Liu Xin'an understand what she had intended as he raised his hand to wipe the spot she had sneak-attacked, and sure enough, he found his hand covered in sauce.
She truly had premeditated this.