Chapter 21 Who can stand this! (9/9.08.00)

“Very beautiful.” Kwon Ji-yong gently rubbed An Joo-feng’s fingertips with his thumb, looking at her with a smile, and repeated.

The warmth and gentle touch of his fingers felt like a feather being brushed against her skin, or like a tingling current flowing through her body; she felt a strange sensation she had never experienced before.

An Rufeng sensed the double meaning in his words. Was he praising both the manicure and her?

She raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled, and met his gaze. Her eyes began to scan his face carefully, and An Rufeng returned the compliment graciously: "Very handsome."

After she finished speaking, she gazed at him for a while with her clear, bright eyes, focused and earnest.

As she looked at him, An Rufeng found his bold eyebrows to be stylish, his slightly upturned lips sexy, his sharp facial features attractive, and his unrestrained and carefree temperament unique to young men handsome. The more she looked at him, the more captivating he became, and she couldn't help but praise him again from the bottom of her heart: "He's really charming."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, and every word seemed to have been carefully considered, making it easy to feel the sincerity in her words.

ah!

Kwon Ji-yong's heart raced, and he couldn't help but let go of her hand, lowering his head awkwardly.

He felt a slight warmth at the tips of his ears.

Who could bear to be gazed upon with such sincere and earnest admiration from someone they like?

Kwon Ji-yong looked at An Yeo-feng again and saw that she was still staring straight at him, her gaze calm and direct.

Oh! Doesn't she know how captivating and mesmerizing her eyes are?!

He felt the tips of his ears getting hotter and hotter.

Kwon Ji-yong suddenly raised his hand gently and slowly approached An Ru-feng, stopping five or six centimeters away from her eyes, blocking her irresistible gaze.

Kwon Ji-yong's tone was amused, yet seemed to conceal a deeper emotion: "Ah, don't look at me, your eyes are too beautiful," he said, half-testing and half-joking, his voice low and ambiguous, "that way I'll fall in love with you."

An Rufeng was startled when her eyes were suddenly blocked by him. She stretched out her finger and gently pushed his hand away.

Seeing him smiling at her, not taking his words seriously and assuming he was joking, she smiled and said frankly, "Then don't sit across from me, sit next to me. Your face is really more and more attractive the more I look at it, I can't help but look at you."

Anru Feng knew herself; she was easily attracted to beautiful things.

ah!

This is insane!

Kwon Ji-yong felt an intense burning sensation on the spot where her icy fingers had touched his hand.

Her straightforward praise left Kwon Ji-yong somewhat flustered. This time, not only his ears but also his face turned red. He placed his hand on his forehead, slowly looked away, and bit his lower lip, smiling shyly.

Seeing his shy expression, An Rufeng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Big star, you're still shy? Your fans always praise you, right?"

Can you be the same?

"How is it different? Friends can also be fans."

"Whoever is a friend is a fan."

"What?" Kwon Ji-yong muttered the last sentence softly. An Ru-feng didn't hear it and asked in confusion.

Kwon Ji-yong said, "It's nothing. I just said there are no fans this close."

“Okay, then you can sit next to me, so I won’t be able to look at you.” An Rufeng offered him a solution.

How can I attract you if I sit next to you?

Kwon Ji-yong slowly raised his eyes to look directly at An Ru-feng, his gaze intense, and he smiled slightly, his tone meaningful: "It's okay, look at me as you please. If you look at me more often, I'll get used to it."

His brown eyes stared intently at An Rufeng, carrying a certain oppressive meaning, and An Rufeng's heart involuntarily quickened for a moment.

"Alright, as long as you're not shy," An Rufeng said indifferently, ignoring the momentary awkwardness.

An Rufeng opened the food on the table, arranged it on plates, and called to Quan Zhilong, "Dumplings should be eaten while they're hot, eat quickly."

Kwon Ji-yong withdrew his gaze from her and looked at the food on the table.

The steaming hot, plump dumplings and the golden, crispy fried rice cakes, spring rolls, and fried lotus root, among other fried snacks, emitted an enticing aroma, awakening Kwon Ji-yong's appetite, which had been waning due to the intense energy of the concert.

The dumpling wrappers are thin and translucent, revealing the rich filling inside. The pleats along the edges are delicate and charming.

Kwon Ji-yong picked up his chopsticks, gently picked up a dumpling, and put it in his mouth.

With a gentle bite, the dumpling skin breaks between the lips and teeth, and a stream of heat flows out.

The delicious broth, with its rich meat filling and sweet corn, bursts forth on the tongue, and Kwon Ji-yong's eyes narrow slightly, his face full of satisfaction.

He exclaimed, "Auntie's cooking is excellent!"

An Rufeng smiled and said, "My dad made these. My mom and I aren't very good at making dumplings."

She glanced at the other food and continued, "Most of the food here is thanks to my dad."

"Huh!" Kwon Ji-yong was stunned. He was somewhat surprised that An Joo-bong's father had done all of this.

He never expected that not only would his father cook, but he would also cook such delicious food.

Kwon Ji-yong then smiled and said, "So it's your uncle's cooking. It's really delicious. It's the best dumplings I've ever eaten."

“My dad would be overjoyed to hear that. He loves cooking and especially loves it when people praise his culinary skills,” An Rufeng said with a smile after eating a rice cake.

Does he like being praised for his cooking skills? Kwon Ji-yong silently kept that in mind.

Shouldn't he learn to cook? Besides hiring a housekeeper and eating out, someone needs to know how to cook at home occasionally.

Kwon Ji-yong tried each one. The fried rice cake was crispy on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside, sweet but not greasy. The spring roll filling was fresh and juicy. One bite revealed a crispy exterior and tender interior, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth. The lotus root filling was crisp and refreshing, and the meat filling was fresh and fragrant, with distinct layers of flavor.

Every dish was incredibly delicious. Kwon Ji-yong was about to finish the dumplings before eating anything else when he suddenly put down his chopsticks.

He completely forgot to take pictures!

He glanced at the plating; it looked pretty good. Luckily, he had only just started eating.

"Wait, Rufeng, I'm taking a picture."

Kwon Ji-yong took out his phone and started snapping pictures of the food.

Seeing him taking pictures, An Rufeng couldn't help but take a few as well.

Seeing that An Rufeng was also taking pictures, Kwon Ji-yong thought for a moment and said to her in a relaxed tone, "Shall we take a picture together?"

“Okay.” An Rufeng nodded and stood up.

Seeing that she readily agreed, Kwon Ji-ryong felt a surge of joy.

He definitely wanted to take more pictures!

Kwon Ji-yong stood next to An Yeo-feng, and as he approached, a delicate fragrance wafted over, gently brushing past his nose.

It was the fragrance emanating from An Rufeng, a light and refreshing floral scent that smelled wonderful. Quan Zhilong's heart involuntarily quickened. The fragrance was faint, and his body instinctively wanted to get closer to An Rufeng to smell more, but he restrained himself.

He found a good angle, and Kwon Ji-yong took out his phone and opened the camera app.

He subconsciously reached out, wanting to put his arm around An Rufeng's shoulder, just as naturally as he would when taking photos with friends.

But just as his fingers were about to touch her shoulder, they abruptly stopped.

She doesn't like physical contact.

Kwon Ji-yong's arm froze in mid-air for a moment before slowly retracting.

He adjusted his posture, trying to make himself look more natural.

Kwon Ji-yong's arms hung at his sides, trying to keep a certain distance from An Joo-bong.

Such restraint and constraint were torture for Kwon Ji-yong, who was free-spirited and unrestrained. Especially since An Joo-pung was someone she liked, right beside her, not only could she not hug and kiss him, but she also had to keep her distance, which was double torture and made her feel terrible.

An Rufeng was naturally unaware of the torment in Quan Zhilong's heart. She struck an elegant pose and smiled at the camera.

Kwon Ji-yong pressed the shutter, looked at the two people who were some distance apart in the lens, and sighed inwardly.

When can he and Ru Feng become boyfriend and girlfriend?

Kwon Ji-yong took a series of photos, and An Ru-feng changed her expression accordingly. Kwon Ji-yong also changed his poses a few times.

After the photo shoot, they sat side by side on the sofa and looked through the photos together.

Because of looking at the photos, An Rufeng unconsciously moved closer to Quan Zhilong, almost touching his head.

An Rufeng looked at the photo intently, but Quan Zhilong's attention was completely elsewhere.

The fragrance of Anju Feng's hair gently brushed against Quan Zhilong with her movements. He could feel her body temperature and hear her soft breathing.

In the blink of an eye, he could see her pert nose, delicate chin, and long, fair neck.

His gaze wandered casually between the photograph and Anjou Feng, finally settling on her without much emotion, his tongue tracing the roof of his mouth.

"This photo is amazing! Your pose is so cool, can I use it?"

An Rufeng looked at the photos and saw one of Kwon Ji-yong with a cold expression and a V-sign under his eyes, which she thought was particularly handsome. His finger pose in the photo was also very good; An Rufeng wanted to take a photo like that.

She looked at Kwon Ji-yong, and as she turned her head, she saw that Kwon Ji-yong was looking at her with his head tilted to the side.

When Kwon Ji-yong saw her looking over, the corners of his lips curled up calmly, and emotions gradually surfaced in his eyes: "Of course you can use it, I'll help you take the picture?"

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