She noticed he wasn't responding, lost in thought, so she raised her cup: "Do you want to eat more?"
He awkwardly gritted his teeth: "Forget it. No need for a spoon, my hands are sticky."
She laughed lightly: "Then I'll feed you, so your hands won't be sticky."
She generously scooped a large portion of maltose from the cup, smilingly bringing it to his lips, coaxing him: "Ah—"
He was somewhat frustrated, unable to explain, and could only reluctantly open his mouth, taking her fingers in…
His intention was of course to eat the candy, but—he changed his mind and couldn't release her fingers.
The atmosphere suddenly shifted, Yan Yu realized something, her face flushed. Feeling a bit helpless, her eyes were filled with innocence and tension.
His inherent mischievousness could no longer be suppressed. He deliberately slowed down, gently swirling.
She adorably parted her lips, her breath becoming rapid.
