He bit into the strawberry, and while doing so, he also bit Wen Nuan's hand lightly. Fu Mingyu gently sucked on it, and Wen Nuan's face instantly turned as red as an apple.
Fu Mingyu sat up laughing, and mischievously moved close to Wen Nuan's ear, whispering, "Nuan Nuan, what are you thinking?"
"N-no, I'm not thinking about anything..."
Clearly, it was Fu Mingyu who was being playful, yet it was she who was embarrassed and blushing.
Stammering slightly, Wen Nuan glared at Fu Mingyu, angrily got up, and carried the fruit platter to the kitchen.
Fu Mingyu chuckled.
In the kitchen, Wen Nuan mixed the strawberries, apples, cherries, and whatever else was on the fruit platter into a shiny glass bowl. Then, she took out a box of yogurt from the fridge, poured it over the fruit, mixed it evenly, and took a big bite. Feeling the sweet and sour burst as the fruit combined with the yogurt, most of her awkwardness finally flew away.
