On the white porcelain plate lay fragrant desserts, each small and exquisite, clearly made with a lot of care.
Xu Jiayan took one and bit into it.
Jiang Yuan: "Is it sweet?"
Xu Jiayan: "Sweet!"
Jiang Yuan suddenly blurted out another question, "Are the desserts sweet or am I sweet?"
Holding the dessert, Xu Jiayan paused for a moment, looked up at her, and said, "You're sweet?"
The girl puffed her cheeks discontentedly, "Is that the tone you should be using, Brother Yan? Am I not sweet?" Couldn't he give a more definite answer?
Xu Jiayan: "...Sweet!"
Jiang Yuan then revealed a satisfied expression, smiling as she said, "The desserts are sweet because the person who made them is sweet-hearted, and that person is sweet-hearted because they're full of thoughts about you."
Xu Jiayan: "..."
This girl's cheesy pickup lines always caught him off guard no matter when and where she said them.
