Soyeon hesitated for only a moment before shifting over, the silk of her robes rustling softly. The warmth of his body was immediate, a pleasant heat that seeped through the cool night air.
Yifeng picked up one of the pastries, a delicate lotus seed cake, and held it out to her. "Try this. The kitchen made it fresh this afternoon, and I had them keep some for you."
She reached for it, but he pulled it back slightly, eyes twinkling. "Allow me."
Before she could protest, he lifted the cake to her lips.
Soyeon felt her cheeks warm, but she opened her mouth obediently. The pastry was sweet and soft, melting on her tongue with hints of honey and osmanthus. Yifeng watched her intently, as if her reaction was the most important thing in the world.
"What do you think of it? Do you like the taste?" he asked.
Soyeon nodded sheepishly, licking her lips after swallowing the pastry. "I like it."
