Qianxue's delicate face turned bashful, and she gave the teasing person a reproachful look, knowing Tian Fan was just joking with her and that she needn't pay it any mind. Glancing at the cake box, she was speechless. She wasn't sneaking a treat; that was her daily lunch, meant to tide her over.
"Try it, I made it myself," she said, ending the playful banter and using gestures.
"Hmm," Tian Fan pinched off a small piece and put it in her mouth, immediately making appreciative noises, "This tastes amazing, sweet but not cloying, you must've used fresh cream, right? Frozen cream doesn't taste as good."
Qianxue nodded, indicating that if she liked it, she should eat more. However, Tian Fan suddenly set the cake down and grew serious, "Qianxue, I have to ask you, do you like President Ye...?"
