Bai Wanwan tugged at her hand, but couldn't pull it away.
Yan Lie was roasting meat with one hand, while the other held her soft little hand, giving it a squeeze every now and then.
'Wanwan's hand is so soft, so comfortable.'
Once a skewer of meat was finally done, Yan Lie lifted it, blew on it to cool it down, and carefully brought it to her lips. "Wanwan, you must be hungry. Go on, eat."
Bai Wanwan opened her mouth and took a bite. The meat juices and marinade blended together, creating a perfectly chewy and delicious flavor.
She was about to give him a thumbs-up in praise when she noticed Yan Lie staring at her, swallowing hard.
"You want some?"
The base of Yan Lie's ears turned red. He grunted in assent and averted his gaze.
'He didn't want the meat. He wanted Wanwan.'
Just then, Shi Hua's voice came from outside.
"Mu Feng, you're back!"
A moment later, Mu Feng's voice carried in from outside.
