"Zhizhi, does it hurt?" Shi Weiqing chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing through her silky jet-black hair, each motion filled with lingering tenderness.
"I think... it doesn't hurt."
"Then it means I didn't eat."
"But you did!" Yu Zhi pursed her lips and lightly smacked his shoulder, her gaze laced with quiet grievance.
Shi Weiqing wrapped her hand in his palm, lazily stroking it as flickers of light danced in his eyes, reminiscing about the sweetness from moments ago.
He bent down slightly, his tone lifting teasingly at the end: "Should I let Zhizhi eat it back?"
At his words, Yu Zhi's gaze slowly traced downward from his brows before landing on his thin lips, tinged faintly crimson.
She tugged at his sleeve, her voice uncertain: "But, will you hurt?"
"I won't." Shi Weiqing leaned his entire face toward her, an almost impatient eagerness written all over him.
"Is it okay if I eat it then?"
