"You're the one who ate it." Qin Shaobai smiled slyly and pulled back the fork, continuing to cut the steak for Qi Jingren. He always seemed this way in front of her—either teasing her occasionally or doing everything for her, including feeding her.
After feeding Qi Jingren the steak, Qin Shaobai shamelessly leaned forward and said mischievously, "Given how hard I've tried, shouldn't you give me something in return?"
"Sure." Qi Jingren stood up, picked up the plate, and walked towards the kitchen, saying, "For all your efforts, I'll tidy up the mess for you."
Qin Shaobai followed her in. As she reached the stove, he quickly closed the gap, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder, tilting his head to look at her profile. "How could I let you do such rough work?"
Qi Jingren glanced at him casually and said, "Then you do it."
