In these small worlds, there are always male leads whose excessive love and twisted expressions make them disliked and feared by the original heroines. Reborn, these heroines desperately avoid them...
Jiang Jinwang leaned close to her, glanced at the cake on the table, and said calmly, "Can I try some?"
He knew.
Most fondant cakes prioritize aesthetics.
Many times, she wouldn't let him eat.
Shen Zhiyi nodded, "I didn't make it too complicated today, but you can have a taste."
"Have you eaten?" Jiang Jinwang asked her.
Shen Zhiyi shook her head.
Jiang Jinwang's Adam's apple bobbed.
Suddenly, he stretched out his index finger and scraped the cream off her face.
His viscous gaze followed his movements, slowly moving downwards until it landed on her deep red, moist lips.
His deep, dark eyes were unfathomable.
Like a sea dyed by the night, it churns up waves of delusions.
The index finger, smeared with cream, didn't move away; instead, it gently pressed against her lower lip.
With a forceful push, the fingertip probed inside.
"Then, try it yourself."
His voice was low and husky, and his long fingers carried an undeniable force.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened, her cheeks instantly turning bright red. She sucked on his fingertip and was forced to eat a little bit of the sweet cake.
"Hmm..."
He pressed down on her tongue.
It was pulled out in an instant.
Shen Zhiyi seemed stunned, her lips parted, breathing softly.
Jiang Jinwang stared at her glistening eyes and the dew on her lips, feeling every vein in his body throbbing as if molten lava were surging.
"Is it sweet?" he asked.
Shen Zhiyi snapped out of her daze and bit her lip in embarrassment and annoyance.
"Why don't you eat it yourself?"
He even stuffed...stuffed it into her mouth...
"Oh." Jiang Jin lowered his eyes, his voice indifferent, as if discussing the weather. "Then I'll try some too."
He bent down and cupped her face in his hands.
Lick it.
The rough tongue rolled across the smooth, delicate cheek, stealing the lingering sweetness of the cream and savoring it slowly.
Shen Zhiyi's fingertips trembled slightly, and her whole body shook uncontrollably.
The scraper fell off.
She was like a piece of frosting, melting in his burning palms and lips.