Chapter 92 He Doesn't Love Me (4)

  "Maybe." Han Sheng picked up his chopsticks with his left hand and began to twirl the noodles counterclockwise along the edge of the plate from his side, soon rolling them into a ball. He slowly put it in his mouth and started chewing carefully.

  This way of eating is really rare, I took a bite and kept watching him eat noodles, the latter was even more interesting, he simply picked up a strand of noodles and slowly rotated it, then put it in his mouth, a plate of Italian noodles took a very long time to finish.

  Two people facing each other eating, the first time without conversation, I looked at him, he lowered his head, this scene is a bit like a wife watching her husband eat his own hand-cooked meal, but this spaghetti wasn't made by me, and we've only just gotten engaged.

  "Vivian, isn't this dish delicious?" Han Sheng finally lifted his head, took a paper towel from beside the plate, and gently wiped the corner of his mouth. Seeing that there was still quite a bit left in my plate, he frowned slightly and asked.

  I took another bite, then put down my fork and shook my head. Maybe I was too happy since earlier, and my appetite had been filled with joy. Unconsciously, the corners of my mouth rose, "It's delicious, a sweet feeling, I'm full."

  Han Sheng's eyes flashed with colorful light, he stretched out his arm, used a fork to roll up a strand of noodles and put it in his mouth, savoring the flavor carefully, and said suspiciously, "The taste of tomatoes is sour and sweet, indeed there is a bit of sweetness."

  "En." Afraid of being seen through by him, I carefully met his eyes, then slowly turned away and looked back, hesitating in my heart whether to tell him all the thoughts in my mind.

  "Beep, beep." As I turned my gaze back, Han Sheng was holding his phone and pressing the keypad. Was it a text message? My heart suddenly felt heavy, when did I become so sensitive? I shook my head, trying to suppress the jealousy in my heart, but my eyes still revealed curiosity. For a moment, I couldn't help but notice every move he made, as small as a slight frown or the slightest curve of his mouth, and for a while, he didn't even lift his head.

  As curiosity was about to burst out of his chest, Han Sheng raised his head, and the dimples on the corners of his mouth were embedded on both sides. This smile was quite shy, and he unnaturally pinched a few strands of hair. He tentatively said, "Weiwei, take a look at this, okay?"

  "What?" I asked casually, following his line of sight. I pretended to notice what he wanted me to see, and my curiosity immediately resonated with that phone. I stopped pretending and directly asked, "Are you looking at this? Your phone?"