It's like wiping away the awkwardness that's stuck to my heart.
Feng Su used his other free hand to tug at Yu Yan's sleeve.
"Master, should we leave first?"
He disliked the way people looked at his master.
Yu Yan took a bite of the candied hawthorn, the sweet and sour taste tantalizing her taste buds, and the woman squinted her eyes in pleasure.
She spoke in a rather indistinct manner,
"OK."
Feng Su's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze fell on her lips, which were stained with syrup.
It's sparkly and has an alluring pink hue.
The fingers, still wrapped in someone's sleeve, were itching to move.
It was as if the whole world had shrunk to just him and his master; he could even hear his own rapidly beating heartbeat.
He felt like he was suffocating.
In the end, they didn't dare to do anything.
Feng Su quickly looked away, withdrawing his hand as well, hiding it in his sleeve behind his back.
The boy unconsciously imitated Yu Yan's actions and stuffed the candied hawthorn into his mouth.
The sweet and sour flavor explodes.
For some reason, Feng Su couldn't help but smile.
"Is it delicious?" Yu Yan suddenly asked.
"It tastes good."
As Feng Su spoke, he exchanged the candied hawthorn in Yu Yan's hand.
A moment of surprise flashed across the other person's face.
"I've heard that every skewer of candied hawthorn tastes different."
Feng Su shook the candied hawthorn he had exchanged with Yu Yan.
"I wonder how Master's skewers taste?"
Yu Yan had just bitten off the whole fruit with her side bite.
She didn't feel uncomfortable at all when Feng Su took it from her.
Of course, she was too confident in him and never considered that the boy might have other ideas.
Therefore, upon hearing Feng Su's words, Yu Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You'll know once you try it."
The woman looked down at the candied hawthorn that had been forced into her hand, but didn't eat any more.
It wasn't that she minded anything, but rather that her desire for these things was terrifyingly deep.
One is enough.
Thinking this, the woman stuffed the string of pearls back into Feng Su's hand.
"Perfect, you've taken care of everything now."
Yu Yan patted Feng Su on the shoulder, as if entrusting him with an important task.
Feng Su's thoughts were still on Yu Yan's previous sentence.
A mix of joy and sorrow, a complex blend of emotions.
In his master's eyes, he would always be just a junior.
He didn't know whether to be glad that he had kept his taboo thoughts hidden so carefully, or to be saddened by his master's indifferent attitude.
He shouldn't be disappointed. As long as he remains careful, he will always be her apprentice and can always stay by her side.
He shouldn't be dissatisfied; he can't bear the consequences of exposing everything.
But a voice in his heart kept tempting him: if his master knew what he was thinking, how would she treat him?
Will she lose her composure and panic?
Will that usually lazy and carefree face ever lose its composure, even if it's filled with anger?
As Feng Su thought about it, a shiver ran through his body.
But he was also afraid; he was afraid she would hate him and drive him away.
He cannot live without his master, he cannot live without him.
The boy looked up at the woman who had walked in front of him.
He concealed the barely suppressed madness in his eyes, and the deep emotions in his gaze instantly softened.
He held two candied hawthorns in his hand, smiled, and chased after them.
On the other side
Feng Luoyan finally caught up with the vendor.
"Hey, why are you running so fast!"
"Young master, why are you chasing me?"
The vendor clutched his chest, feeling an intense pang of pain; the young master must have changed his mind…
Feng Luoyan couldn't understand the pain on the vendor's face.
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