[He'll never be Angel's equal. He still thinks he's improving. It's a little easier to be outrageous in a place that feels like a dream. He snatches a quick, slightly sticky kiss to the corner of Angel's mouth and has another lick.]
The berries are filled with red bean paste in the middle. Careful it doesn't surprise you.
[There, see, that's the kind of thing Wen Ning has learned to be able to think, even if he would usually fluster himself and then immediately bury. With just Angel, surrounded by reflected lanternlight and stalls manned by ghosts, he can juuuust manage amateur innuendo.
The tanghulu itself is not terrible exciting. The shell is just a thin crust of sugar with fruit underneath. But hopefully it won't be too much of a disappointment.]
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The berries are filled with red bean paste in the middle. Careful it doesn't surprise you.
[There, see, that's the kind of thing Wen Ning has learned to be able to think, even if he would usually fluster himself and then immediately bury. With just Angel, surrounded by reflected lanternlight and stalls manned by ghosts, he can juuuust manage amateur innuendo.
The tanghulu itself is not terrible exciting. The shell is just a thin crust of sugar with fruit underneath. But hopefully it won't be too much of a disappointment.]