The fork lifted slowly from Bai Meilin's hand, carrying a small piece of strawberry cream cake that trembled slightly in the soft light of the café. Without hesitation she leaned forward and brought it directly toward Jiang Yi's lips, She smiled as though the act itself was something entirely natural between them, something unremarkable and familiar, like breathing.
"It tastes like eating a cloud," she said softly, almost pleased with her own description, her eyes bright with innocent satisfaction as she watched him.
Jiang Yi paused because for a fraction of a second, his mind simply stopped behaving rationally entertaining dangerous thoughts. Her warmth, proximity, trust, and the unbearable ease with which she crossed boundaries right now made his heart quicken.
