Shen Ruojing's eyes brightened. "What clue?"
Chu Cichen took out some disposable gloves from his bag. After that, he picked a bun and passed it to her mouth.
Shen Ruojing subconsciously took a bite.
When the fragrant food entered her mouth, her peach blossom eyes narrowed in happiness and the corner of her eyes curled with a hint of mesmerization.
The soup and crab roe from the bun then flowed into her mouth, leaving behind glistening oil stains on her lips. When she stretched her tongue out to lick them, it made her red lips look even more beautiful.
However, it seemed that this woman had no awareness of how soul-stirringly beautiful she was.
After finishing the bun, she then opened her bright eyes and looked at him with puzzlement.
