Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 744: [Yan Jian Extra] 25. On a Winter Night, That Sweet and Soft Taste

Just because of those "Persian cat eyes," Ben Shaming doesn’t even need to guess who’s here again.

Meeting the hesitant figure walking over, he inexplicably can’t help but roar: "What do you want now?!"

Yan Yu was evidently taken aback by his anger, looking a bit flustered left and right, then raised the small box in her hand.

"Thank you for agreeing to help me. I really should thank you. I even thought about treating you to a good meal, but I hesitated about your taste... before I could decide, you had already left, exiting the subway. So I had no choice but to catch up with you."

She tried hard to smile: "Luckily, I still had a box of sweets in my car. I baked them myself, just after work, still warm. I was planning to take them home for Yan Jian... but I thought I’d give them to you instead, as a thank you and celebration!"

Ben Shaming frowned at the exquisitely printed box.

Does she take him for a little girl, or a kid? A joke, using sweets as a thank-you gift for him, how could she come up with that!

He said coldly, "No need. I don’t like sweets, especially those baked by you."

Yan Yu bit her lip, clearly a bit hurt, but still tried to smile: "How is that possible? My baking skills are great, everyone who tastes them likes them. Last time when I went to the studio, your colleagues liked them too."

He glared at her coldly: "Not me."

This woman in front of him is really foolish, is her head just like the puffs she bakes, empty or filled with cream?

He was more shocked that she knew which station he got off at, meaning she knew where he lived! The sweets she baked were not what he truly minded about!

He’s a killer, how can his moves be so easily guessed by such a foolish woman?

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The night wind was really cold, and the man in front of her was truly heartless.

Yan Yu thought to herself that she didn’t do anything wrong, she was just following etiquette to express her gratitude and respect.

So she took a deep breath, trying not to be discouraged by him, and continued to smile warmly: "It’s okay, I know big guys are embarrassed to admit they like sweets in front of others. Just take this, you can share it with your friends, neighbors, even the homeless on the street, or the stray cats."

She smiled and looked around: "Look, on such a cold night, being able to eat something warm and sweet, I’m sure everyone would feel happy."

Ben Shaming stared at her and coldly shouted: "That’s enough!"

He couldn’t stand her thinking that sweets could conquer the world, as if everything would just turn into a sweet-treat shop.

The world in his eyes was vastly different from hers.

Yan Yu sighed, hugged the box, and said nothing more.

Ben Shaming walked past her, heading straight forward. But behind him came the rustling sound of footsteps, he frowned and looked back, only to see that woman stubbornly following him with her box of sweets!

"What are you doing?" He stopped and turned back, his eyes filled with alertness and warning.

She met his gaze openly: "Since you insist on not taking it, I’ll just help you give them to the homeless and the cats as I go along. If you don’t like doing this, I’ll do it for you."

He was a bit frustrated: "Can’t you just stop this nonsense?"

She shrugged: "How is this nonsense? On such a cold winter night, giving others a bit of warmth and strength, isn’t that good?"

Ben Shaming suddenly felt his logic had no persuasive power in front of her, he could only stop: "Whoever you want to give warmth and strength to has nothing to do with me. Distribute your sweets however you want, just stop following me!"

He stretched his long legs, irritatedly walking ahead.

Behind him came ungrateful murmurs of "thank you," "meow~," annoying him.

The sweet scent in the air, like her footsteps, perpetually haunting, challenging his stomach. Eventually, even he couldn’t help but feel hungry.

On a night just off work, who can resist such a smell?

He could only walk faster, trying to detach himself from that woman before his stomach growled.

Finally... as he walked, everything behind him came to a halt.

No more thanks, no more cat meows, nor the rustling, persistent, fine footsteps like that of a spring silkworm eating mulberry leaves.

Not even the overflowing sweet aroma in the air remained.