She stood up, holding a box of pastries, and leisurely walked toward the man sitting under the umbrella. Taking a seat across from him, she said, "Here, eat some, replenish your energy."
The girl propped her chin on her hand, her fox-like eyes bright as stars, as though flames flickered within them, softly tugging at one's heartstrings.
Yu Xiheng lowered his lashes, his voice slow and measured. "Why the sudden kindness?"
"I'm not up to anything," Si Fuqing said seriously. "You don't even like sweets, but I went all the way to town just to buy these. If you don't eat them, I'll give them to someone else."
As she tightened her grip on the box and was about to lift it, another hand pressed down on hers.
His hand was equally striking—long, slender fingers, fingertips pale and smooth, with clear and refined joints, reminiscent of jade.