In order to prevent the male lead from being overwhelmed, Shen Mubai shared a large piece.
But compared to Rozelle's, the piece in front of her is not worth mentioning.
Rozelle sat across from her, eating the cake unhurriedly.
He lowered his eyes slightly, making it hard to see the expression in his eyes.
After a while, Shen Mubai couldn't help but said, "You don't have to force yourself."
She put a little too much cream, even if she didn't eat so much, she would probably be sick of it.
Rozelle stopped what he was doing, "It's not forced, the cake made by the master is delicious."
Shen Mubai couldn't tell if he spoke or not, after all the man always had this expressionless expression.
She observed carefully and found that the other party was not uncomfortable, so she lowered her head and continued to eat her share of cake.
But because of the dinner, she has eaten half of it now, and the rest is really a bit difficult to pack, not to mention that she had eaten chocolate not long ago.
"If you can't eat it, you can leave it to me." Rozel's voice sounded from the other end.
How dare Shen Mubai give him the leftover cake he ate, shook his head and said, "I can still eat it."
She took another mouthful of cream and put it in her mouth.
Then she wrinkled her nose slightly.
A little tired.
"Please don't force yourself." Rozel stood up at some point.
Shen Mubai raised his eyes, and when he saw that he had eaten all the cakes, his eyes widened slightly.
The dark-haired man leaned over slightly, trying to take the cake away from her.
Shen Mubai quickly blocked it and called the maid to deal with it.
But what she didn't expect was that Rozel took it from the opponent's hand in the next second, lowered his eyes slightly, and ate it expressionlessly.
"Rozelle..." She opened her mouth, feeling a little ashamed beyond words.
Rozelle quickly finished off the remaining cake, and the cream infiltrated his graceful thin lips into a bright trace, which looked extremely seductive under that perfect ascetic face.
He put down the porcelain plate unhurriedly, and said, "You worked so hard to make it, it's a pity to throw it away."
Shen Mubai had a weird illusion, she suspected that even now, that piece of cake was thrown into the trash can. The black-haired man is also very likely to find it out, and continue to enjoy it without giving up.
This idea was really terrible, she quickly shook it off, and then replied, "It's just a piece of cake, if you like it, I can make it for you on your next birthday."
"It's a great honor." The other party's eyes fell on her and stayed for a long time.
Shen Mubai always felt that he seemed to overlook something.
I didn't remember until I went back to the room and finished washing.
By the way, she forgot to light a candle.
In other words, Rozelle didn't make a wish at all tonight.
Shen Mubai tapped his head, this was linked to the task.
So ignoring the current situation, he ran to knock on Rozel's door.
The door was quickly opened from the inside, and the black-haired man lowered his head slightly, "Master, what do you want?"
Shen Mubai raised her neck with some difficulty, she found that Rozelle was really too tall.
No, to be precise, she was too short.
As if sensing her depressed mood, Rozelle bent down to look at her, keeping her gaze level with her, then stretched out a hand to stroke her hair, "Your hair isn't completely dry yet, so it will It's easy to catch cold."
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