Xie Jingxing ate the pastry and drank the tea in big mouthfuls. He said, "I came in a hurry and didn't eat dinner. Tsk, this tea is really disgusting." He looked like a picky young master.
"Marquis Xie, are you here for tea and pastries?" Shen Miao looked at him.
"Of course not." Xie Jingxing suddenly smiled. He picked up a pastry and stuffed it into Shen Miao's mouth. He was too fast. When Shen Miao reacted, her mouth was already filled with a sweet taste.
Xie Jingxing rested his chin on his hand and glanced at her. His posture was relaxed, but his words were sharp.
"You ate my food. Now answer my question."
The fragrance of the pastry melted in her mouth, carrying a faint sweetness and a moderate fruit taste. When it entered her mouth, it left a fragrance in her mouth. Even Shen Miao, who did not like sweet food, could not help but find it delicious.
"What's your relationship with Prince Yu?"
