Qiao Anhao continued in embarrassment, but instead of eating the prawn, she removed the shells from the remaining ones.
The table was a little big, so when she placed the prawns into his bowl, she had to leave the seat slightly and stretch her hand out.
Even though Lu Jinnian was leaning against his seat while on the phone, his gaze was still focused on Qiao Anhao, especially on her expression while she munched on the prawns.
Just then, he saw her stretch her hand across the table to pass him the prawns. He froze slightly, thinking that she was going to feed him. With an indulgent expression on his face, he leaned forward with his mouth open, biting away the prawn she was about to drop in his bowl.
Qiao Anhao could distinctively feel the heat and moisture of his lips on her fingers. In just an instance, the numbing feeling disappeared together with the prawn in her hands.