People around him laughed quietly, his eyes gently lowered, and his mouth slowly curled up, his eyes tender. Then he glanced, seemingly unintentionally, at the girl beside him, who was sitting like a primary school student.
Fu Ying noticed his gaze and her spine stiffened, taking a deep breath.
This secret romance feels so thrilling.
But please, brother, stop looking. If you keep looking, we'll be discovered.
Fu Ying blinked, staring down at the steamed rice, suddenly feeling too self-conscious to serve herself any dishes at her own home.
The grandmother noticed her shyness and served her a piece of shrimp. "Yingying, eat this. You used to love it when you were little."
"Thank you, Grandma."
Grandma smiled kindly, "Eat more, you're too thin."
Fu Ying nodded, her voice soft, "Okay."
That night, Fu Ying ate a lot of shrimp.
While the elders were chatting and drinking, Fu Ying finished a bowl of rice, greeted everyone, and ran upstairs.
