Slender fingers pushed a crystal-clear pudding dish slowly to her front.
Qin Yiren held the spoon with residual sweetness, firmly refusing, "No need, one is enough. You should try it quickly before it melts and becomes unappetizing."
"It's alright." Bo Jinghang said with a smile, "I don't like sweet things."
Qin Yiren blinked, half-believing, half-doubting, "Really?"
"Really."
Bo Jinghang nodded slightly, his words laden with deep meaning: "Do I seem like someone who would like sweets to you?"
Qin Yiren thought for a moment and shook her head instinctively.
For some reason, although she understood that his courtesy might be about gentlemanly behavior, she did genuinely feel that he didn't like sweets, which was rather odd.
Unable to bear seeing the strawberry pudding go to waste, Qin Yiren reached out with her fair hands, pulled the pudding in front of her, took a bite with a spoon, and squinted happily. "Alright, I'll accept it then."
