Wen Zhaoye was preoccupied with his own thoughts and had no appetite whatsoever, but he still took a bite of the osmanthus cake. He tore off the plaster and stared at her, saying:
Which foot?
"Right foot."
Having received a reply, Wen Zhaoye gently touched her slender ankle and tentatively spoke:
"I'll find someone to do the work in the fields in the next couple of days, and then I might go to... Yuncheng."
He deliberately emphasized the last two words, then looked up at her with an ambiguous expression, as if he didn't want to miss any of her expressions.
Although Wen Jiaojiao didn't know his true purpose in going to Yuncheng, she remembered that he had been injured in Yuncheng in the book.
The book doesn't explain how he got the injury; after all, he's a villain, and the focus is definitely on the male and female leads.
Considering that he was a decent person, she sincerely offered her words of comfort:
"Brother, I advise you not to go unless it's something important. Otherwise, Yuncheng and you are incompatible. I've done the calculations, and I predict you'll suffer a bloody disaster."
Wen Zhaoye assumed she was remembering the place she had lived in and was afraid of running into Xu Dajun and getting into a fight.
As the truth was about to be revealed, his heart pounded again, but his tone remained emotionless as he said:
"We'll go even if it's dangerous."
Wen Jiaojiao put her mind at ease, looked at the osmanthus cake in her hand that only had one bite taken out of it, and handed it to him:
"Why don't you eat some more?"
Wen Zhaoye misunderstood her again, thinking she wanted to share a piece of pastry with him.
His thoughts were thrown to the back of his mind, and he said with a slight smile, "Eat if you want."
"Oh~"
After speaking, fearing a repeat of the dramatic scene of pulling down pants from before during the shoving, Wen Jiaojiao took a small bite from the other side of the pastry's notch: "..."
Later, we'll break it in half and give the side he ate to his dad.
Looking at her reserved, small bite, Wen Zhaoye assumed she was reluctant to finish the pastry he had bitten in one go, wanting to savor it slowly. He couldn't help but chuckle softly and said:
"Is that all you've got? You just finish it in one bite."
Wen Jiaojiao's face stiffened. Considering his status, she dared not argue loudly. She could only suppress the curses in her heart, open her mouth as wide as possible, and stuff it all in:
Damn it, this is so unhygienic! So dirty! It's just tormenting me.
Wen Zhaoye's smile deepened as he said:
"Don't choke if you want to eat it. I'll bite another one for you, okay? I'll bite a whole circle around each one."
"Cough~"
Overwhelmed with shock, Wen Jiaojiao spat out a torrent of osmanthus cake powder from her mouth.
Wen Zhaoye didn't have time to dodge, his handsome face covered in white powder. After a couple of seconds, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips:
Isn't it just that you want to feed me mouth-to-mouth?
Can't I eat it?
"Brother, I didn't mean to." Wen Jiaojiao spoke quickly, but with each word, powdered osmanthus cake sprayed all over his face.
Her pupils widened in surprise, a chill ran down her spine, and she swallowed the completely dry osmanthus cake with difficulty.
"I'll clean it for you right away."
Wen Zhaoye, with his eyes closed, was about to refuse when suddenly he felt his clothes being lifted, followed by a hard smear on his face.
His handsome face gradually stiffened. He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the large patch of white powder on his chest, and then, as if remembering something, his expression softened.
Judging from the way she's so smitten with me, she's probably sneaking peeks at my body when I have my eyes closed.
Wen Jiaojiao suddenly remembered his words about biting off the edges of the osmanthus cake before giving it to her. She thought he was trying to punish her, but instead said:
"Brother, please don't joke with me next time. I can't handle the stimulation."
Wen Zhaoye gazed at her with a slight smile, licking his back teeth with the tip of his tongue:
"I'm not joking."
"That's punishment, then," Wen Jiaojiao thought with a look of utter despair, but still managed a last-ditch effort and said:
"I don't have this hobby, so we don't need to waste our energy on it."
Wen Zhaoye let out a soft chuckle, turned around, and went out the door: "..."
They clearly have a strong idea, but they refuse to admit it.
But never mind, I'll save face for you and not expose you. Next time I'll sneak a bite and save it for you.
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