Recently, Xiangling asked you to come over and cook with her. Which, coming from the famous head chef of the Wanmin restaurant is an odd request on its own. But you couldn’t possibly refuse. Not when she gave you those eyes, that look that had made your heart stutter and your brain short-circuit every time she’d done it in the past. God, you were smitten. For a girl that only ever thought about food.

“Oh my Archon, this is really good!” She exclaimed as she took another spoonful of the soup she’d just made, which she dubbed ‘Slime Chili Soup’ for obvious reasons. “Here, have a taste!”

She stuck the spoon full of soup out to you, but your eyes were drawn to the small amount of soup left on the girl’s lips. She did tell you to ‘have a taste’, and you are heavily contemplating on wether or not your should just give in and have that taste you’ve been yearning for for years. Not only the taste of the soup, much rather the taste of Xiangling’s lips.