Chapter 85 – How A Cat Slave is Formed (32)
It was as if what Jun Chen had just done was natural and should have been done that way.
Yan Luo, looking dazed, tilted her head and said, “Wow, Little Pink, am I being flirted with?”
—And quite thoroughly flirted with, at that.
[…Host, it’s okay to do whatever you want, just don’t break your character too much.] Little Pink paused for a moment before finally saying.
“Why do you sound so worried?” Yan Luo pouted slightly, took out the clothes from the bag, and continued, “Clearly, compared to you, you’re even more unreliable, aren’t you? You pitfall system!”
[…]
“Well anyway, he looks so handsome and charismatic, even when he’s being a rogue.”
Yan Luo touched her chin and said, then, hearing no response from Little Pink, she shrugged and started changing her clothes.
The size was just right.
The simple shirt and shorts perfectly showcased Yan Luo’s snow-white, well-proportioned figure.
As she pushed the door open, she immediately saw Jun Chen, who had taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt inside, with sleeves rolled up and two buttons undone at the collar, holding two plates on the table.
It was the scent of fish.
Jun Chen stood up straight, looking at Yan Luo standing at the door. Although there was still a slight hint of discomfort on her face, her two snow-white little ears betrayed her owner, shaking happily.
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. Jun Chen pulled out a chair, “Come, let’s eat. Do you like fish?”
Of course, she liked it! Which cat doesn’t like fish?
Her big eyes blinked, her ears shook again, and she briskly walked to the chair and sat down.
She was quite obedient, tilting her head and swinging her two snow-white legs while waiting for Jun Chen to bring the bowl and chopsticks.
She didn’t treat herself as an outsider.
Jun Chen looked amused, but his eyes were filled with pleasure as usual. He helped her pick out the fish bones and piled them onto her plate.
The pinkish-white fish meat, covered in sauce, gleamed under the light, making Yan Luo, who hadn’t tasted seasoned fish for a long time, couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.
But what seemed even more dazzling was the guy next to her, calmly and gracefully peeling off the fish meat.
It was a rather cumbersome and awkward task even just to watch, but he did it with such grace.
This meal didn’t last long. Basically, there was enough fish meat on the plate, and Jun Chen didn’t make any more moves. He cleaned his hands and sat beside her, propping his chin and watching her.
A cold and noble aura emanated from his clear and handsome face, teasing people in a bewildering way.
Swallowing the last piece of fish in her mouth, Yan Luo blinked, “Aren’t you going to eat?”
Before Jun Chen could speak, the little girl in front of him suddenly sat up straight, speaking seriously, “Not eating properly is not acceptable.”
For some reason, he thought of the little white furball that had approached him as soon as he entered the dining room, biting his trouser leg, insisting on dragging him to eat meals.
That little white furball overlapped with the girl in front of him, and as he watched her feed him the fish, Jun Chen’s eyes darkened slightly.
This spoon had just been used by her.
As she opened and closed her pink lips, murmuring something, there was no annoyance in her demeanor, but rather a sense of contentment.
When she opened her mouth to eat from the spoon, Yan Luo paused for a moment.
[*Ding*—Jun Chen’s Blackening Value -6, Current Value (22/100)]
Her slender hand gripped the spoon handle, and Yan Luo smiled with narrowed eyes.