The two of them walked the night market the entire way, buying nothing but roadside snacks.
Chen Jiashu was getting to the point where he could barely hold everything.
"Come on, try this, it's really good." Han Ziqing used a long toothpick to spear a piece of pastry and extended it to Chen Jiashu's lips.
Chen Jiashu took a bite; it was sweet and indeed delicious.
"Delicious," he agreed, nodding.
"Do you want more?" Han Ziqing asked.
Chen Jiashu felt that feeding each other like this was too intimate and grew a bit embarrassed. "Or how about I do it myself?"
"You're still holding things, let me feed you." Han Ziqing speared another piece and held it to his lips.
Chen Jiashu stopped standing on ceremony and ate it with a clear conscience.
Eating his way through all these snacks along the street left him quite full.
Once the two of them had eaten enough, they found a place to rest for a bit.
Han Ziqing placed the box he was holding on the table. "You finished all the pastries I bought?"
"Huh?" Chen Jiashu wore a blank expression.
Han Ziqing pointed at the empty box on the table. "You kept saying they were good just now, and I was so busy feeding you that I didn't even taste any myself."
"Then... should I go buy another portion?" Chen Jiashu suddenly felt like his backside was itching and stood up.
"No need, I just wanted to taste what they tasted like," Han Ziqing said.
Chen Jiashu: "Then I'll go buy some."
Han Ziqing: "No need, just tasting the flavor is enough."
No way, he wants to taste the flavor yet won't let him go buy any—what kind of game is this playing?!
Chen Jiashu picked up the empty box from