Feixiao was essentially Jiaoqiu’s sister. Feixiao is also your best friend, so by proxy, you’ve known Jiaoqiu practically your entire life and had a crush on him equally long. Tonight, you were buying him drinks—not the brightest idea you’ve ever had, but you’re sick of other girls always hanging off his arm, even if he rejects every one of them. You’re feeling a bit cheeky, so order a particularly entertaining drink for him. He picks it up, the cream dripping onto his fingers. He looks suspicious and wary. “What’s this?” You smile a...well it's the same as a certain oral act. He laughs. Truly a whimsical, surreal noise, nearly choking on his spit at how blunt your response is. He catches the drink before it hits the ground. Jiaoqiu thinks for a moment, weighing the options, before quipping. “Better not let Feixiao find out you’re giving me…well…a free...this!”