Seeing Hermione's expression, Draco suddenly leaned forward, raised his hand, and held the scallion pancake to her lips, saying, "In that case... I'll feed you!"
Hermione's face turned even redder at these words. She shrank back like a startled fawn, but was afraid of moving too much and bumping into the notebook in her arms.
"What are you doing?!"
Her voice was weak and stammered with a hint of panic; her eyes darted around, avoiding Draco's gaze.
"Who asked you to feed me... This is so outrageous!"
Draco shrugged, feigning regret, and made a gesture as if to hand the biscuit to the trash can by the corridor.
"Well then, it seems our Miss Granger isn't up to the task. I'll just have to find somewhere to throw it away."
Hermione cried out, "Don't throw it!"
Draco turned to look at her, a triumphant smile in his eyes.
He then held the pancake back to her mouth, mimicking a coaxing tone for a child. "Open your mouth, ah..."
Her face flushed instantly, and her eyes darted around, avoiding Draco's gaze.
After hesitating for two seconds, Hermione cautiously leaned over and took a small bite.
Afraid of moving too vigorously and rubbing against the notebook, she even chewed gently.
Her cheeks puffed out slightly, like a little squirrel stealing a bite. After finishing, she pursed her lips and muttered softly, "Delicious... it tastes the same as always."
Her cheeks puffed out slightly, like a little squirrel stealing a bite. After finishing, she unconsciously pursed her lips and mumbled softly, "Delicious... it tastes the same as always."
Seeing the sweet sauce on her lips, Draco deliberately brought the pastry in his hand to the spot where she had just taken a bite, and chuckled, "Really? I'll try some too."
As soon as he finished speaking, he bit down, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione's face turn bright red, staring at him with wide eyes.
He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. His fingers instinctively reached to wipe the corner of his mouth, but then he suddenly stopped, freezing in place.
Chewing on the biscuit, Draco pretended not to notice Hermione's reaction and said, "It really does taste good—it just seems to have a slightly different sweetness on it."
Hearing Draco's words, Hermione's face burned all the way to her ears.
She abruptly took a small step back, her eyes filled with embarrassment, awkwardness, and a hint of helplessness as she looked at Draco.
Hermione's fingers tightened around the notebook, and after opening and closing her mouth several times, she finally managed to squeeze out a very low voice. "You... you shameless!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly turned her face away, not daring to look at Draco again.
But Yu Guang couldn't help but steal a glance over, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, his voice still soft but with a hint of sullenness. "Who, who told you to bite the place I ate..."
Seeing her flushed face, Draco retorted, "Didn't you say it was delicious? So I tried it!"
Hermione was speechless for a moment.
A few seconds later, he said, "You can't bite the parts I've already eaten from! Who does that..."
His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence, his eyes unconsciously drooping, then he quickly glanced at Draco.
Suppressing a laugh, Draco deliberately tilted his head and teased her, "What if it doesn't taste good elsewhere?"
Hermione whirled around and glared at Draco, her anger flaring. "What kind of nonsense is this! Every single one tastes the same, you're doing it on purpose!"
She was stunned for a moment after saying that, then realized how blunt her words were, and her face turned bright red. She quickly looked away and looked at the wall lamp in the corridor.
Seeing her ears turn bright red and her words become incoherent, Draco couldn't help but smile. He said teasingly:
"So, does that count as an indirect kiss?"
Hermione froze upon hearing this.
She glared at Draco even more fiercely. "What nonsense are you spouting! Who, who indirectly kissed you!"
As she spoke, she abruptly took a step back, her eyes darting away, unable to look at Draco.
She glanced at the corridor floor tiles one moment, then at the wall lamp the next, but dared not look at his face the next.
Draco just stared at her; she was definitely more fun when she was shy.
A moment later, Hermione's cheeks were still slightly puffed out, but she no longer looked as angry as before.
Now all I feel is shame and embarrassment; I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
After holding it in for a while, he finally raised his eyes, glared at Draco, and forced out a soft remark tinged with annoyance:
" Draco Malfoy! If you keep talking nonsense, I... I'll never speak to you again!"
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore!"
Seeing him laugh even harder, Hermione's cheeks burned even hotter. She turned her face away and walked towards the end of the corridor, but didn't forget to turn back and urge him, "Hurry up!"
Draco quickly caught up, held out the piece she had bitten, and said with a smile, "What's the rush? You haven't finished the biscuit yet. Here, have another bite!"
Hermione abruptly turned her head away, saying, "I'm not eating this, I want the other one."
Draco hid the other cake behind his back and said:
"That won't do, the other one is mine. This one is what you ate; if you don't eat it, no one else will, and it'll be a waste."
Hermione paused, turning back to glare at Draco, her cheeks still flushed. She huffed and puffed, "..."
"Why should it be yours! I want to eat the one you didn't bite!"
Draco shrugged, feigning helplessness, and offered her the untouched biscuit. "Alright, alright, you can have it, my little darling."
Hermione took a big, triumphant bite, her cheeks bulging.
As she was chewing, Draco took another big bite from the spot she had just left, raising an eyebrow and smiling as he chewed on the biscuit. "See, aren't they all the same?"
The aroma of the crispy pancake mixed with the flavor of sweet bean sauce filled her mouth, but Hermione froze instantly.
He forgot to chew what was in his mouth, glared at Draco, and his cheeks flushed red again.
She shouted angrily, " Draco! If you do that again, I'll never eat anything you conjure up again!"
Hermione's eyes were full of annoyance, like a cat with its fur standing on end; even the way she called her name had a slightly fierce tone.
Draco, suppressing a laugh, said, "Just for one day only, and don't let it happen again."
So which one do you want to eat now?
"Both are mine," Hermione said angrily.
Draco chuckled and shook his head, saying indulgently, "Alright, alright, you can have it all. I'll raise you until you're plump and healthy."
Hearing this, Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly again. "Who wants you to support me... I just don't want you to waste my time!"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and took a big bite of the biscuit in Draco's hand.
Seeing her insincere expression, Draco gave a mocking smile and asked, "Really? But a lot of girls want me to take care of them."
Hermione, still chewing the biscuit in her mouth, abruptly stopped at his words, her eyes flashing with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Who, who cares! Those are them, I wouldn't..."
Draco leaned close to her face and said, "But what can I do if I just want to take care of you?"
The moment she finished speaking, Hermione choked and coughed lightly twice.
Her whole face was as red as a ripe cherry.
She dared not look Draco in the eye again and hurriedly turned her face away.
"You, you're talking nonsense again... I don't need you to support me, I can manage on my own..."