Qi Jingren picked up a piece of steak with his fork. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he noticed that the steak was heart-shaped, and the other pieces left on the plate were also heart-shaped, cut by Qin Shaobai just now.
"Aren't you hungry?" Qin Shaobai smiled gently, his eyes filled with affection. "Eat up."
"Qin Shaobai, this trick must be your flirting skill," Qi Jingren said, holding the fork to his mouth. "You eat first."
"Alright." Qin Shaobai promptly bit the steak off the fork, chewed a few times, and swallowed. He looked at Qi Jingren with a playful, wicked smile. "This is our second kiss."
Qi Jingren understood what he meant. Previously, when she had her brother arrange for someone to pick her up back to the President's Mansion, Qin Shaobai was smoking. She took the cigarette from his hand and took a puff. By those calculations, if someone doesn't mind touching another person's saliva, it could count as a kiss. So that was the first time.
