Han Xin bit his lower lip thoughtfully, a playful glint in his eye. "Mum likes red bean buns and dragon beard candy… oh, and she also loves pink lotus flowers."
"Okay," Xiang Yu replied, determination in his voice. "I will get Auntie the flowers." The thought of visiting Han Xin's mother filled him with warmth, and he felt a sense of belonging that he had never fully experienced before.
Han Xin's thumb gently caressed Xiang Yu's warm skin, a soothing motion that sent delightful shivers racing up Xiang Yu's spine. "I will make the red bean paste buns tonight," Han Xin declared, his voice low and teasing, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.
Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing his features. "You can actually cook?" The question slipped from his lips before he could rein it in, genuine curiosity evident in his tone.
