"This is sho good mmmm, it tastes like... like sweet pumpkin porridge," he said with his mouth stuffed like a hamster.
King Luo felt his fingers itch. He had the sudden urge to poke Qie Xieling's cheek but he restrained himself. Clenching his fist he asked, "Does it taste good." He didn't even care that he was talking with his mouth stuffed. He realised that he found him rather cute.
King Luo couldn't help but notice the way Qie Xieling's lips formed into a sweet, captivating smile, making his heart skip a beat. The way Qie Xeiling's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled sent a flutter of warmth through King Luo's chest. For a moment, he could only gaze into Qie Xieling's captivating eyes, seemingly locked in a trance.
Realising that his urge to touch Qie Xieling was growing more intense with each passing second, King Luo's heart raced faster. He stole a glance around the tent, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and awkwardness welling up inside him.
