Waiting for You to Tie Me Up
Before the man could speak, Ye Shengge immediately interrupted, "Let's not talk about it. Once it's said, it loses its effectiveness."
Fu Yushen raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.
Ye Shengge turned on the lights in the dining room and saw that Fu Yushen wanted to cut the cake. Her eyelids twitched slightly. "Um, how about we skip eating this cake? We can just light the candles and make a wish. Eating it might not be the best idea."
She had tasted it, and it didn't taste very good. When she said she wouldn't let him eat it if he laughed again, it was just a playful remark.
However, Fu Yushen still cut a slice. With his slender, fair fingers, he picked up a small fork and took a bite.
Ye Shengge admired his courage. "So, is it terrible?"
He paused for a moment, then swallowed without changing his expression, looking at her casually. "The taste is unique."
Unique?
"...Thank you," Ye Shengge replied, preparing to put away the failed little cake.