Lin Lin the pretty little doll

Qie Xieling leaned in closer, his face dangerously close to Luo Muchen's. Startled, Luo Muchen froze, his heart racing in his chest. Qie Xieling's mischievous gaze met his, and before he could react, Qie Xieling's lips brushed against his own, sharing the bite of the steamed bun.

Luo Muchen's body tensed, his thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of confusion. Part of him longed for Qie Xieling to kiss him but he also knew this wasn't the right time or place. Qie Xieling leaned back, leaving Luo Muchen yearning for more.

He chewed thoughtfully, a playful gleam in his eyes, and finally, with a mischievous grin, he spoke, "It tastes so sweet." The words hung in the air, loaded with unspoken meanings and stolen glances. Qie Xieling licked the corner of his lip slightly and Luo Muchen's mind couldn't help but head back to what they did last night.