"But Su Hu, my left arm is still broken! I can't hold both." Ren Ling tilted his head. Ever since the other had returned, a spark of unbridled glee fluttered through his heart, making a ruckus and stirring up all the mischief Su Hu seemed to naturally coax out of him. His father once said that boys often tease those that they like after all.
Shaking the thought off, Ren Ling curled his fingers around Su Hu's hand holding the chopsticks.
"How about Su Hu grants me a bit more rest and feeds me instead?"
And as if it were the most natural thing for him to indulge Ren Ling's whims, Su Hu gathered up some rice from the bowl and held it in front of his mouth.
Ren Ling was left sputtering, composure slipping and face betraying him with a startled expression. Perplexed, he stared down at the rice in front of him, glancing up through his eyelashes as he bowed his head to eat.
