Everyone had been hungry for ages. After sitting down and exchanging a few pleasantries, they each polished off a bowl of rice first.
On camera, the burn ointment smeared over Shen Lian's hand was obvious.
But Yu Ming felt no remorse. He even thought Shen Lian was showing it off on purpose.
And the camera happened to catch his little expression of cold disdain as he snorted.
[Handsome? Your face reflects who you are inside. Why does he look uglier the longer I look at him?]
Yu Ming's fans immediately jumped to his defense: [Yu Ming is always cool like this. Go watch his old videos and you'll see. Stop making false accusations, okay?]
Yu Ming really did have a lot of brainless fans, but the harder they defended him, the more idiotic they looked to other, normal fans. What, did being a Yu Ming fan mean you had to throw your brain away?
"Shen Lian, is there anything sweet?" Liu Tang figured that since she had already let herself go, she might as well go all the way.
"There are some little cakes in the kitchen." Shen Lian got up as he spoke.
"I'll go." Yu Ming moved faster than he did and plunged into the kitchen.
It took five minutes for Yu Ming to come back out. He had even cut the cakes into portions, looking unusually considerate.
Shu Mingyue felt inexplicably uneasy.
Shen Lian thought nothing of it. While chatting with Chang Qing, he picked up a piece and took a bite. The chocolate cream instantly melted in his mouth, followed by a fiercely pungent heat. Shen Lian gave a muffled cough and immediately stopped chewing, his eyes reddening despite himself.
Looking at the green filling, Chang Qing asked, "Matcha?"
Before he had finished speaking, Shen Lian