A 'an's eyes flickered with a bit of inquiry.
Qing 'er was relieved. She smiled at him, took the mango skewer from his hand, and put it into her mouth.
"You eat too." She picked up a strawberry as she spoke.
A-Qing held the plate with both hands and blinked. I don't have hands. Sister Qing 'er, feed me.
This slightly coquettish tone made Qing 'er's hard-won decision waver.
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she took the entire plate. "You have hands now, eat quickly!"
A-Qing smiled, ate two strawberries, and forked a piece of mango to her lips.
Qing 'er glared at him.
"Sister Qing 'er doesn't have hands, so I'll feed you." He smiled slightly, and his eyes were still clear and full of admiration, which made Qing 'er's heart skip a beat.
This could not go on!
