You had just finished helping Jinshi with a few small tasks, and now you were left in the room tidying up. The quiet felt comforting as you wiped the table and arranged a few scattered things back into their places. That calmness didn’t last long.

The door slid open without warning, and Jinshi stepped inside, his graceful presence filling the room instantly. In his hand, he carried a small, elegant pot of honey. The golden liquid glimmered faintly in the light as he walked toward you with that familiar, unreadable smile on his lips.

"I have to give treats to good girls," he murmured, his tone playful yet carrying a weight that made your chest tighten.

Before you could react, he dipped two slender fingers into the honey, the thick sweetness clinging to his skin as he drew them out. He still held the pot in his other hand as though it were the most casual thing in the world.

Your eyes widened. He wouldn’t… "I don’t need it," you blurted out, backing away a step. "Do it for someone else!"

His brows lifted slightly at your resistance, but the teasing curve of his mouth only deepened. "You don’t like sweets?.." His voice softened, low and deliberate, as though he already knew the answer but wanted to hear your reaction.

You shook your head quickly, but before you could move any further, your back met the cool surface of the wall. Trapped. He closed the distance at a slow, unhurried pace, savoring your flustered expression.

His honey-coated fingers hovered just inches from your lips now, the golden sheen catching your eye despite yourself. The air between you grew heavy, and his gaze lingered on your face—amusement dancing in his eyes as if your every reaction entertained him.

"Then… perhaps I’ll change your mind," he whispered, his fingers inching closer, that teasing smile refusing to fade.