Food was still in her mouth that she hadn't had time to swallow, and James quickly hooked it with his tongue.
Jane sat there petrified, not moving at all; her one hand still holding a steamed bun and scallion pancakes, the other hand in the air, nearly unsure where to place it.
Feeling James snatching food from her mouth, Jane wanted to push him away, but her hand was as if under a paralysis spell, unable to move an inch for half a day.
She didn't know how long it took before James finally released her.
His deep voice came to her ears with a hint of a smile, "Tastes good."
Jane felt her head fill with blood, her face turning almost as red as a ripe persimmon.
She slowly turned her head away, not daring to give James even a glance.
After a long while, then with her head tilted to the side, she slowly reached out her hand straight to James, "Here, you eat!"
James actually bent down and took a bite.
The steamed bun with a piece of scallion pancake was indeed delicious.
