"..." She had always been this easy to talk to, hadn't she?
After the minor interlude, Qin Yige felt a little self-conscious and wanted to distance herself from him, but Shang Sheng grabbed her hand and said calmly, "With so many people, where else do you want to go?"
"Where can I go? Just, looking around." She tried her best to make her expression appear natural.
"With your less than 1.7 meters height—" What could you see? Shang Sheng's unfinished words vanished under the woman's glare, which seemed to wish she could devour him.
He cleared his throat, a subtle smile in his eyes, "What? You're not allowed to talk about being short?"
"You're not 1.9 meters either! Men under 1.9 meters shouldn't mock others!" She gripped his hand back, gritting her teeth, trying to hurt him.
Shang Sheng was questioning his life choices. Wasn't 1.88 meters considered tall?
"It's no use struggling. With your little strength, if you want to hurt me, you need more practice." He lowered his eyes, looking at her fair hands squeezing his large palm.
Qin Yige couldn't stand his smug look. She lifted his hand to her lips and bit down.
She bit down with a little force, his expression unchanged.
She refused to believe he would remain unfazed if she bit harder.
Finally, Qin Yige couldn't bear to bite harder and slowly released his hand.
A neat row of marks remained, the teeth imprints red, indicating a significant bite.
She asked defiantly, "Doesn't it hurt?"
"What do you think?"
"How would I know?" If it were her, bitten like this, she would have been crying rivers of tears.
Shang Sheng looked at the teeth marks and said softly, "Someone might think I'm raising a little wildcat."
"Cats scratch, they don't usually bite!" she retorted.
He raised his eyelids, looking at her with a playful gaze, "Then tell me, what animal generally likes to bite?"
Qin Yige almost blurted out a word, but she managed to stop herself just in time.
Without thinking, she raised her hand and hit his arm, "Stinky Mulberry, are you trying to insult me!"
"No," he denied.
Qin Yige snorted, let go of his hand, and gave him a stubborn back.
Because of this, she didn't see the man's eyes grow even more amused behind her.
The snow-flake ice cream was quickly made. Qin Yige took the paper cup and her eyes lit up at the sight of the delicious food.
She scooped a small portion from the white ice layer with her spoon and put it in her mouth, saying with immense satisfaction and happiness, "That's the taste! I haven't had it for almost two years!"
When she was a student, she could ask classmates to accompany her. After she left school, none of her friends shared her hobbies, so she never came to eat street food again.
Shang Sheng found it hard to understand what kind of shaved ice could satisfy her so much.
Qin Yige ate two spoonfuls, scooped some shaved ice with her spoon, hesitated, then put it back. She turned to the man beside her and asked, "Do you want to try some?"
"Not interested," he refused flatly.
"Hmph, more for me then!" So boring!
After finishing the cup of shaved ice, Qin Yige spotted a trash can under the dim streetlight and jogged over to throw away the empty cup.
Returning to Shang Sheng's side, she said, "Shall we go look ahead?"
"Okay."
This time, she took his arm willingly and led him into the crowd.
Shang Sheng, being pulled along by her, looked at the smile on her face, and a hint of indulgence bloomed in his eyes.
However, at this moment, he had some regrets...
With that thought, he grabbed the girl's hand and said, "Qin Yige."
Qin Yige turned back, her puzzled eyes meeting his unfathomable expression, "What's wrong?"
"I've decided to try the snow-flake ice cream."
Qin Yige: "?"
She turned to look at the snow-flake ice cream stall, which was at least tens of meters away.
"What were you waiting for? Fine, fine, we'll go back." Considering it was rare for him to try street food, she'd reluctantly make another trip.
"Okay."
Just, on the way back, Qin Yige looked around the environment with a hint of confusion. They were getting further and further away from the crowd. "Are we going this way?"
"Fewer people this way," he explained simply.
"I didn't know you knew about this path too." Without suspicion, she followed him forward.
"Mm."
Two minutes later, Shang Sheng suddenly stopped. Qin Yige crashed right into his chest.
Her waist was embraced by a strong, long arm. She was still rubbing her forehead, which had been hit by his chest muscles. "Why did you stop?"
Silence was his reply.
Qin Yige looked up, puzzled.
Taking this opportunity, Shang Sheng used his other hand to cup the back of her head and lowered his head, sealing her slightly cool, red lips.
"Mmm." Qin Yige's eyes widened in surprise as she gazed at the handsome face so close to hers.
No... didn't he say he wanted to go back for snow-flake ice cream? What was he doing?!
Soon, her mind went blank, and she could only close her eyes and go with the flow.
The surrounding noise seemed to disappear at this moment, leaving only the two of them.
In the dim alleyway, Qin Yige boldly stood on tiptoe, her arms wrapping around his neck, attempting to respond to his kiss.
The scene of their embrace was so beautiful that passersby couldn't help but steal glances.
This beautiful moment continued until Qin Yige's body felt weak, and she clung to him like a koala.
He, he was too annoying! He had kissed her twice today!
Shang Sheng released her lips, a slight smile playing on his lips, and gave a high evaluation, "Tastes very good."
Qin Yige gasped and growled angrily, "You lied to me!"
Her growl had no force, and it was more like a charming pout than an angry roar.
What was most infuriating was that she wanted to break free from his embrace right now, but her legs were so weak that even standing straight was a struggle.
"How did I lie to you?"
"You said you wanted to try the snow-flake ice cream..."
"Yes, I've tried it now." It was just that the way he tried it might have been different from what she expected.
Qin Yige was not only kissed but also teased, her face flushing even redder. "You pervert!"
"Mrs. Shang, you'll have to get used to it. I'll have more perverted moments in the future."
"..."
What if Mrs. Shang regretted it?
As soon as she regained her strength, Qin Yige's first instinct was to push him away and huffily go eat.
Shang Sheng followed her closely, wherever she went, he went.
All evening, Qin Yige ate spicy seafood, fried chicken cutlets, and durian cheese, not letting Shang Sheng have a single bite, all of it going into her own stomach.
Only at the end did she feel that Shang Sheng had followed her all night and hadn't even gotten a bite to eat, which was quite pitiful.
So, in a moment of mercy, she asked, "I want to eat grilled squid, do you want some?"
She had already prepared herself for his refusal, and indeed, Shang Sheng frowned as he looked at the frozen squid being flipped on the hot plate. "You shouldn't eat it either."
"I'll eat just one more thing, you try it then!"
Shang Sheng's gaze remained fixed on the hot plate, and he simply said, "No, it damages the kidneys."
"???" Qin Yige had never heard of eating squid damaging the kidneys.