When Gongliang Ye opened his door the next morning, he found Zhan Cheng standing on the steps, looking like a small, abandoned animal. He raised his brows at him and then stepped to the side, letting him inside.
In any case, this look gave him hope that he wouldn't have anything to worry about from this guy. Not that there had been a reason yesterday. No, it really seemed that Zhan Cheng was completely harmless.
Zhan Cheng happily followed him into the hut, once again seeming overly nervous now that he was in front of the person that he had fallen for. Ah, he just wasn't sure how to act toward him. Even though they had slept with each other, everything seemed to be in a strange state where they weren't strangers anymore but also not yet lovers. It was probably because he hadn't told him how he felt.
Not wanting to immediately talk about these things, he took out a small package, handing it to Gongliang Ye. "I bought some buns on the way out of the city. I got a few different kinds since I didn't know what you like." He gave a laugh, not quite sure what else to say to that. In fact, he had gotten up early to make sure that he could get the first batch and then rushed right over here.
He just hadn't been able to wait to see Gongliang Ye for even an hour longer. Now, he was finally here and he felt a lot better. It was a pity that the witch lived this far outside of the town. Otherwise, they could spend more time together.
Just thinking of how he would have to leave in the evening again ... Ah, he already regretted it. But there wasn't any place closer to this hut. His city was the closest already so he'd have to live with it.
Gongliang Ye accepted the package without arguing this time and motioned over to the table. "I'll assume you still haven't eaten yet yourself either. Let's sit down then. Do you want anything else with that?" Saying so, he already walked over to the table himself, putting down the package and letting Zhan Cheng open it up while he went to look through the shelf to see if there was anything that would go with it.
It probably wasn't necessary. Even though he hadn't seen the buns yet, he could imagine that they would be more than enough for the two of them. Mn, having a lover for some time was a nice thing. You would actually be pampered like this. He should make some nice tea for the occasion.
Thinking of that, he took out some leaves that he hadn't used in some time. These didn't have any medicinal effect. They were just for a pleasant taste and smell. But that was also nice every now and then. Always dealing with herbs, he had to say that he was sick of them sometimes.
He waited for the water to boil and then carried the pot back to the table, sitting it down in front of Zhan Cheng before he got two cups. Only then did he sit opposite him and pick up one of the buns.
He turned it around in his hands, taking a closer look. They looked pretty much the same as they had the other day so he had no idea what the difference was supposed to be but he still took a bite. When he did, he involuntarily closed his eyes.
The filling of this one was actually sweet, something he hadn't expected. He had no idea when exactly he had last eaten something like this. It should have been years. Maybe back when he had been a child. Yes, he still remembered some days like this. Usually, his aunt would give him some special treats. But even she ... well, what could one person on his side do? It was good that he had left.
Zhan Cheng watched Gongliang Ye closely, not wanting to miss his reaction. He knew almost nothing about him so every little thing he was able to figure out would be good. And figuring out what he liked to eat was pretty high up on his list of what he wanted to know. After all, he still felt that the witch was eating too little. So if he wanted to bring him food, he should go for something that he would like.
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Sons of Nature
RomanceA short story collection about love, the seasons, and nature's mystical inhabitants. ~~~ Oh, Sons of Nature, born from earth, gifted by Heaven upon birth, Hear as we tell your wondrous tales, Of how seasons pass but love prevails. Two fairies taste...