Zhao Rong's bad intention to 'taste' her jade-like fingers ended in vain.
Lingfei's lips curled into a slight smile as she gave him a white glance.
Her autumnal eyes became all the more enchanting.
However, when a look of helplessness crossed Zhao Rong's face, she gently parted her red lips and took the two scallion-like fingers—dipped in grape juice and having escaped Zhao Rong's mouth—into hers. Without any disdain, she gently sucked on them before continuing to peel grapes for her husband.
Zhao Rong could not help but chuckle, still calling him a child, yet Qing Jun was the same as she was in her youth.
Back then, he liked to tease Qing Jun and Qian'er. Every time he picked their favorite grapes, he would only let Qing Jun and Qian'er peel them but not eat any.
Therefore, in order to sate her cravings and thirst, Qing Jun learned to lick her fingers, a sort of 'dyeing.' Gradually, it became a habit.
