Shao Ke had already opened his mouth, only to get a mouthful of air. He glanced sideways at the expressionless young man and chuckled softly.
Yan Ningke set down the fruit platter in his hands and asked with a smile, "Are you having fun, Mr. Shao?"
Look at that. He wasn't even calling him Brother anymore.
Shao Ke reached up to play with his earlobe, his voice cheerful. "Mm, a little."
Yan Ningke dropped his smile and dodged his touch, looking perfectly serious. "Keep your hands to yourself. Men and men should keep their distance."
Shao Ke laughed outright. "Why can't I touch my own boyfriend?"
Yan Ningke's brows relaxed slightly, but he still said nothing, shooting him a sidelong glance.
Everyone present remained silent, including Wen Shaoyu and Si Yanzhuo.
Shao Ke ordered in a low voice, "Bring another fruit platter."
The manager paused, then acknowledged the order.
The fire in Yan Ningke's eyes was almost blazing. "You're certainly in a good mood, Mr. Shao. You even have the appetite for a fruit platter."
You scumbag! Aaaah!
"I ordered it for you."
Without the slightest hesitation, Shao Ke kissed him between the brows in front of everyone, then took his phone and made a call. "Call Shao Yang. Tell him to come pick up his fiancé."
Yan Ningke's hand stopped pushing him away.
Shao Ke took the opportunity to press their palms together and lace their fingers. "Satisfied, boyfriend?"
Yan Ningke pretended not to understand, though he didn't pull his hand away. "Satisfied with what? I don't know what you're talking about."
Shao Ke smiled faintly and went along with him. "Mm, as long as I know."
How was his A Ning so adorable?
The fruit platter arrived quickly. Yan Ningke returned to normal, happily eating and occasionally remembering