In the living room, Jiang Yitong had adjusted the huge, luxurious chandelier to a warm tone and dimmed the lights.
The atmosphere had gone from a place for entertaining guests to a love nest for newlyweds.
Lin Baici hadn't noticed Jiang Yitong's little scheme.
He didn't really mind whether he left or stayed, but he couldn't bring himself to be the one to ask to stay.
"Here, have a slice of tangerine. I bought it today at a fancy fruit shop. It's super sweet!"
Jiang Yitong peeled a tangerine and carefully removed all the white pith. Then she casually sat down beside Lin Baici and held out a segment.
She wasn't offering it to his hand. She was holding it right up to his mouth.
Lin Baici paused.
Jiang Yitong seemed to realize that the gesture was rather intimate. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, but she didn't pull her hand back.
"Thanks. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't dare buy fruit at a fancy shop!"
Back at school, Jiang Yitong had occasionally gone to an upscale fruit shop off campus to maintain her image as a rich young lady.
Honestly, it wasn't the sense of superiority that came from showing off—it was the guilt over the price.
She couldn't taste what made those fancy fruits so special!
At most, they looked a little better.
"I told you, you don't have to be so polite!"
Lin Baici reached out, took the tangerine segment, and popped it into his mouth.
His teeth sank into it, and juice burst out. The flesh was squeezed free, and when it touched his tongue, it felt moist and delicate.
Very pleasant.
If those rich men who liked paying for casual hookups found out that Lin Baici had bought Jiang Yitong a luxury