Swallowing with an unnatural motion in his throat, Fang Qingze pulled back his gaze, forcing himself not to dwell on the memory of that soft touch.
Ye Chuqing's actions were always so daring, frequently leaving him at a loss and deeply ill at ease.
Snapping off a piece of the chocolate, he popped it straight into his mouth and bit down. It was remarkably smooth on the tongue with a rich aroma, but lacked the crisp crunch he remembered.
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