Zhao Qian'er's already large peach-blossom eyes were now staring even wider, unblinkingly fixating on the pair of 'dogs in love,' who were exchanging affectionate glances before her.
Mischievously, the young lady had just eaten a grape but then was left with her small mouth slightly open, seemingly forgetting to close it after tasting the fruit fed by someone special.
Her cherry-like lips were moist and pouted, not adorned with rouge yet they seemed even redder and tenderer than before, leaving Zhao Qian'er curious about how exactly Rong'er had 'bullied' and 'tormented' her just moments ago.
The young lady's bosom heaved as she gently gasped for air, replenishing what she had just lost, not yet fully recovered.
At this moment, faced with Rong'er's request for 'another grape,' and a crystal-clear grape already approaching her lips, a flush of shyness bloomed on the young lady's pretty face.
