"Haha, Uncle doesn't have time to keep me company, can't he at least let his secretary hang out with me… It's nice to have someone to talk to, otherwise I'd be so bored."
"As long as Miss Su doesn't mind me."
"You should eat too."
Annelie shook her head and said, "I'll pass, I still have to work."
Su Nuannuan just speared a small piece of cantaloupe and held it up to her lips.
Annelie said, half laughing half crying, "Is this really okay?"
"What's not okay? Aren't we friends? We should eat together."
"Alright then."
Annelie bit into the fruit and ate it.
Right now, far away on the island, Yin Wujie was watching the big screen in front of him, and he was practically sick with envy and jealousy toward Annelie.
He wanted to eat the fruit she fed with her own hands too.
He wanted to sit face to face with her, looking at that smiling face of hers.
He wanted to have another taste of the home‑cooked meal she'd made with her own hands.
