Ying Yue saw the spoon handed to him and he looked up to see those silver eyes not looking at him, but the moon behind him. He didn't take the spoon nor did he say anything more. His heart was hurting and he felt frozen with thoughts that all of this was a lie, that he made all of this up and Wang Li only loved him as friends not lovers and-
"Finish the soup, Ying Yue," the raven-haired man said clearly and softly, "Unless you want me to feed you?"
Swallowing the lump of rejection down his throat, the blonde nodded only to hear laughter from those thin lips. Ying Yue savored this moment because who knew if he were to ever have a moment like this again. He knew that man, the date, the lover would take most of the king's time, so he was willing to be selfish… just a bit longer. Smiling at the man clad in red, he drank and ate his fill of soup until there was nothing left.
