dognovel Chapter 439 Flirting without knowing it
Chapter 439 Flirting without knowing it
Just as she was pondering this, Shi Wanxia pulled something out of her bosom—a small package carefully wrapped in greaseproof paper, with the edges folded neatly, clearly indicating that she had been carrying it for a long time.
She carefully unwrapped the oil paper, and a sweet fragrance instantly filled the air—the aroma of osmanthus cake.
The cake was small and delicate, made with finely kneaded glutinous rice flour, sprinkled with a layer of golden osmanthus flowers, and still steaming slightly, suggesting that she had been keeping it close to her heart.
Shi Wanxia picked up a piece and took a bite without hesitation. The cake was soft and chewy, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus spread on her tongue. Her eyes instantly curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth turned up. Even her usually aloof eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a touch of coquettishness.
She ate intently, her cheeks slightly puffed out, like a little squirrel stealing food, with a few crumbs of cake still stuck to the corners of her mouth, but she was completely unaware of it.
Cui Zhihao was stunned and hadn't reacted yet when Shi Wanxia picked up the remaining piece, stood on tiptoe, and held it directly to his mouth.
Her fingertips were very close to his lips, carrying the sweet fragrance of osmanthus cake. Her tone was as natural as when she was handing him water or a handkerchief: "Brother Cui, try it. Shiqing made it before dawn this morning. She added freshly picked osmanthus flowers, and it's just the right amount of sweet."
His mind was blank, as if something was blocking it.
The scent of incense wafted from her body, her bright eyes filled the air, and the sweet aroma of osmanthus cake was offered to my lips.
He subconsciously opened his mouth, his teeth gently touching her fingertips. The slightly cool touch sent a shiver through him, and then the soft, sticky cake entered his mouth.
The sweetness instantly spreads in your mouth, the softness of the glutinous rice, the fragrance of osmanthus, and a touch of just the right amount of refreshing sweetness—not cloying, but warming to the heart.
Choi Jiho chewed a couple of times before belatedly realizing—he had actually eaten the osmanthus cake she fed him?
Or were they alone in this enclosed tent?
It felt like a ball of fire shot up from the soles of my feet and instantly burned my cheeks.
Choi Jiho's ears turned red first, then his cheeks, and finally even his neck turned a little pink.
He hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look into Shi Wanxia's eyes. His hands hung at his sides, his fingers curled up, not knowing where to put them—should he wipe his mouth or put them behind his back?
He had lived for twenty-five years, and he had never been so flustered during exams, no matter how nervous he was. Now, however, he felt like a naive young man caught red-handed, and even his breathing became rapid.
Shi Wanxia naturally noticed his reaction.
She glanced at him and saw that his head was bowed low, and even the tips of his ears were so red that they seemed to be bleeding. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She reached up and wiped the crumbs of cake from the corner of her mouth, her tone both teasing and candid: "Brother Cui, what's wrong with you? We've already kissed, and it's just a piece of osmanthus cake, why are you blushing like this?"
"We've already kissed..."
Choi Ji-ho suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, as if he had been hit hard by those words, and his whole body froze.
This girl...they...dared to say it so openly!
This girl...this girl is too reckless!
Cui Zhihao was both angry and anxious, but when he looked up and saw Shi Wanxia's appearance, his anger instantly vanished.
She was taking small bites of the remaining osmanthus cake, licking her fingertips that were still covered in sugar frosting. She looked serious and cute, completely different from her usual composed self. She was clearly a charming and willful little girl.
An indescribable emotion welled up inside him, mingled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, and choked him in his chest.
Cui Zhihao took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pulled Shi Wanxia into his arms.
His arms encircled her waist, the force not too strong, but enough to hold her firmly in his embrace.
The fragrance of incense emanating from Shi Wanxia mingled with the sweet scent of osmanthus cake, lingering around his nose and softening his heart.
The person in his arms stiffened slightly, seemingly not expecting him to do this so suddenly.
Choi Jiho ignored her completely, not even noticing the crumbs of cake that had gotten on his pale white clothes from her lips.
The fine white powder stuck to the dark fabric, making it particularly noticeable, but at that moment his mind was completely focused on the person in his arms, so he didn't care about any of that.
All he wanted to do was hug her, to hold this usually composed, occasionally impulsive, yet deeply missed girl in his arms.
Shi Wanxia quickly relaxed. She leaned against Cui Zhihao's chest and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.
"Thump, thump, thump," the sound came quickly and steadily through the thin fabric of her clothes, like drums being struck in her ear.
The sound of his heartbeat made her feel at ease, and she couldn't help but snuggle closer to him, gently wrapping her arms around his waist.
The evening breeze was still blowing outside the tent, and the incense inside was slowly swirling, with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus still filling the air.
Shi Wanxia leaned against Cui Zhihao's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly found it a little funny.
Brother Cui is usually a gentleman, speaking gently and acting prudently. Even when he scolds others, he does so with a touch of civility.
He blushed just now after being fed a piece of osmanthus cake, and now, holding her, his heart is pounding so fast it feels like it's going to jump out of his chest, like a young man who has never experienced love.
Thinking this, Shi Wanxia's mischievous side emerged.
She quietly raised her head, looked at Choi Ji-ho's taut jawline, and gently poked his chest with her fingertip.
The touch was very light, like a feather brushing against her. She deliberately softened her voice, with a sly smile, and whispered, "Brother Cui, your heart is beating so fast... are you nervous?"
Choi Jiho's body stiffened abruptly, and the arms around her waist tightened instinctively.
He looked down at the person in his arms and met her smiling eyes—those eyes were bright and sparkling, like they held starlight, full of cunning and teasing.
His cheeks flushed again. He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found his voice hoarse, and could only softly call out, "Wanwan..."
Seeing his expression, Shi Wanxia laughed even more heartily.
She snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against his clothes, and smelled the faint scent of ink and medicine on him—his scent that made her feel at ease.
She closed her eyes and whispered, "Brother Cui, is the osmanthus cake delicious? I'll bring you some more next time."
Choi Ji-ho's heartbeat gradually calmed down. He looked down at the girl in his arms, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards.
He gently patted her back, his voice so tender it could melt your heart: "It's delicious. Next time... next time don't pull me outside, it's not good for you if someone sees us."
"I know,"
Shi Wanxia responded, but secretly snuggled into his arms, thinking to herself: If I want to feed you cake next time, I'd be willing to pull you in, let alone drag you into the tent.
The incense inside the tent was still burning, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus lingered for a long time.
The last rays of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled light and shadows on the ground, enveloping the two embracing figures in warmth.