Bei Yiyi suddenly remembered, this was her spoon!
He was eating with the spoon she had used, wasn't this an indirect kiss?!
Bei Yiyi hurriedly withdrew her hand, but it was already too late. Wu Yao held the spoon in his mouth for a long time, not letting go, as if he wanted to swallow the spoon itself.
"Give me back the spoon!"
Wu Yao replied with another "okay" and finally loosened his grip.
The whole spoon had been licked clean by him. Bei Yiyi stared at the spoon in her hand, looking troubled.
This spoon, she had used it, he had used it too.
If she continued using it to drink the porridge, wouldn't it seem like their relationship was too intimate?!
If she went to change the spoon, wouldn't it seem too pretentious?
After all, they had kissed several times...
Just then, Wu Yao shamelessly praised himself, "The taste is pretty good, looks like I have the potential to become a master chef."
