Li Fengchang watched her and gradually his long eyebrows furrowed. It wasn't until he couldn't resist reaching out, propping up her chin, and making her turn her face towards him.
"Eat slower, hmm?"
His tone was gentle, his fingertips holding a handkerchief, wiping clean the ice cream from the corners of her mouth, one dab at a time. His touch was delicate, like he was smoothing the fur of a restless bear...
After he finished, he withdrew his hand, Mi Shen lowered her eyes, her fingers pinching the cup, and after a long while, she murmured softly, "Fengchang..."
Li Fengchang watched her from beginning to end, at her call, he responded, "Hmm."
"...We shouldn't be like this."
"Like what?"
Mi Shen pursed her lips. Was he doing this on purpose? He clearly knew what she was talking about.
Taking a breath, she spoke again, "I've never thought about that sort of thing, and I've only ever considered you a friend. That's all."