"You're just as crafty as the protagonists in your novels, all experts in deception," a blush crept across Xia Qingqing's face in the night.
"I'm serious," Lin Chuan said earnestly.
"People say that web novel writers are poor communicators and not good with words, but you're clearly an exception," Xia Qingqing teased.
Lin Chuan chuckled and served Xia Qingqing a large shrimp, "Consider it my apology."
"But I'm the one treating you to this meal."
Xia Qingqing pursed her lips, her cheeks puffing out slightly to indicate that she was the one paying for the shrimp.
"So what should we do?" Lin Chuan asked with a smile.
"Idol, peel one for me," Xia Qingqing sipped jasmine tea and blinked her eyes, shining like twinkling stars.
Lin Chuan smiled.
For a true fan and a high level of approval, he would put on a disposable glove and peel one for her.
Peeling shrimp doesn't require skill, just sincerity, enough to make a girl happy.
Well, except for those who are too eager to please.