But gradually, Du Xixi felt like something was off. How did "so delicious," "the meat is so tender," turn into "ah... take a bite," "be careful, it's hot," "don't choke"?
Du Xixi looked up, her mouth twitching slightly. She saw that at some point, Chen Si and He Yuan, who were originally sitting across from each other, had moved to the same sofa, sitting very close.
Chen Si picked up a xiaolongbao with his chopsticks, caught it with his hand underneath, and gently fed it to He Yuan, occasionally reminding her not to get burned by the dumpling's heat.
Du Xixi: ...
"Ahem!"
Feeding dumplings was one thing, but as Du Xixi watched coldly, the dumpling was getting farther from He Yuan's mouth, while Chen Si's lips silently inched closer to her.
