"Are you full?" Han Jiaying glanced at me and didn't answer directly.
"Full, but hungry." I said with dry lips.
"I'm not full yet." Han Jiaying whispered, lowered her head and took a piece of tofu in the pot, but it didn't get caught a few times.
I picked up the chopsticks, picked up the tofu, and brought it to Han Jiaying's mouth.
Han Jiaying glances at me, her face is slightly red, but she still opens her small mouth and bites the tofu on my chopsticks.
I saw that her delicate mouth was about to bite the tofu, and suddenly I pulled my hand back.
Han Jiaying bites the air, glares at me, and pouts: "Picking things up, right?"
I chuckled, then took the tofu and passed it to her mouth.
Han Jiaying looks at me, carefully opens her mouth, slowly holds the tofu, and eats it.
I couldn't
