Ye Che chuckled; the little one was getting better at acting coy, but it was precisely her soft and sticky demeanor that made his heart melt.
Ye Che found a comfortable position and let Xia Weiyi sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around her.
Then he picked up a spoon and slowly fed the cake into her mouth.
Xia Weiyi, like a contented cat, squinted her eyes in pure entitlement and enjoyment, happily opening her mouth to eat the cake Ye Che brought to her, occasionally sticking out her tongue to satisfyingly lick her lips.
But after two bites, something felt off. Why did the taste seem wrong?
The cake seemed to have melted, and the spoon had gone soft as well, especially with the rich chocolate carrying a faint hint of tobacco?
Xia Weiyi opened her eyes groggily, only to see Ye Che's face close at hand.
He placed the cake on the tip of his tongue, then leaned down towards Xia Weiyi's lips.