Ye Anran's face involuntarily flushed red.
Although he didn't say anything, she understood the meaning in his eyes.
Moreover, she also knew her heavy responsibility for tonight.
New Year's Eve!
This guy had been waiting for a long time, constantly mentioning it recently.
She placed the dumplings on the table beside the bed, glanced at him, blinked her big eyes, and smiled, pretending not to understand the meaning in his eyes.
Holding the chopsticks, she dipped a dumpling in vinegar and brought it to his lips.
Bo Jinyu cooperated very well, biting into the dumpling.
Since the dumplings were made with her own kneaded dough, they were a bit large. He bit into one and only managed half, and as it opened, the filling started to fall out, but Ye Anran caught it with her other hand.
She then brought it directly to her own mouth.
Then she also stuffed the half-bitten dumpling into her mouth.
