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Yin Yue picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Would you like Tiramisu?"
Lu Yanshen didn't respond to her, he just took the small stainless steel spoon, dug out a small piece of cake and brought it to Yin Yue's mouth, making an "ah" sound in his mouth, like coaxing a child.
Yin Yue clearly heard the clerk take a breath of air, and somehow she opened her mouth, and took the opportunity to insert the small spoon. The slightly bitter taste of the coffee and the richness of the chocolate immediately spread in her mouth, and Yin Yue blushed instantly.
"Delicious?" Lu Yanshen put down his spoon and looked at Yin Yue, who had a dull look on his face.
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At this citizen concert, Yin Yue once again sat in the audience, watching Lu Yanshen from a distance.
The light made his face look paler, but the dark circles under his eyes had been covered up by the delicate makeup. She watched his slender fingers crossing the black and white piano surface, and she felt distressed for no reason when she thought of the fine pinholes on the back of his hand.
At the end of the song, Lu Yanshen stood up and bowed to express his thanks. He used the space between his bends to press his slightly beating abdomen. When he stood up again, his eyes swept across the audience. He paused for a few seconds at Yin Yue's position, and then curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner.
Although it was selfish, God knew how much he wanted her to sit under her and see her in the next second.
But, how is it possible...