"Take a bite." Han Yingying scooped up a spoonful of pudding and brought it to Shen Mosheng's lips, sharing it with him.
As he took the pudding into his mouth, Shen Mosheng, who never liked sweets, felt an overwhelming sweetness slide down his throat, filling every cell and keeping the smile on his face from stopping.
"The pudding tastes good, doesn't it?" Seeing him smiling so happily, Han Yingying asked with a sense of accomplishment and scooped another spoonful for him.
"Mm." Shen Mosheng nodded, his eyes smiling as he looked at Han Yingying, not telling her that he hadn't paid any attention to the taste of the pudding itself.
Because it was Han Yingying who fed him, even poison would taste good.
The two of them shared the pudding, one spoonful after another, like newly in-love lovebirds, with eyes only for each other, as if the rest of the world no longer existed.
After finishing the pudding, Han Yingying was so full she could hardly sit still.
