Jiayu Pavilion, Building 5, Room 1602.
In the open kitchen, the atmosphere was growing steadily more intimate. Plated steaks sat on the counter, still steaming. Lin Shen leaned back against the counter, smiling down at Qin Yuenan. She was currently half-crouching on the floor, her beautiful face completely flushed, and she occasionally shot fierce glares up at him.
After all, his words had crossed the line. What did he mean by asking if she wanted to eat it? It was entirely too shameful.
"You're so annoying," Qin Yuenan muttered. "If you keep this up, I'm not going to help you."
"Sorry." Seeing her about to stand up, Lin Shen hurriedly pressed down on her shoulders. Then, he sincerely pleaded, "Please, Nan."
"Hmph."
