[ He recognizes the smell of the tea before it's placed where he can see it, and Xue Yang doesn't realize how much he anticipates it until the sight of the sugar not yet in the cup makes him feel like he's stepped in ice water.
Xiao Xingchen was always so generous with sweets, putting in as much sugar as Xue Yang wanted the moment he wanted it. Now that he was deliberately holding back, Xue Yang feels something twist inside of him. He doesn't like it. ]
I'd like some sugar in my tea, daozhang.
[ Maybe if he were thinking clearer he would have said it with less emotion, but as it is Xue Yang is already getting caught up in it, losing whatever ground he might have started with with this appearance. There's anger in his voice, the selfish frustration of a child being withheld something wanted and finding it unreasonable.
He takes a too-large chunk of the cake and quickly stuffs it in his mouth, glaring at the small container of sugar as if it has personally offended him. At least the cake is sweet and tasty, as expected. ]
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Xiao Xingchen was always so generous with sweets, putting in as much sugar as Xue Yang wanted the moment he wanted it. Now that he was deliberately holding back, Xue Yang feels something twist inside of him. He doesn't like it. ]
I'd like some sugar in my tea, daozhang.
[ Maybe if he were thinking clearer he would have said it with less emotion, but as it is Xue Yang is already getting caught up in it, losing whatever ground he might have started with with this appearance. There's anger in his voice, the selfish frustration of a child being withheld something wanted and finding it unreasonable.
He takes a too-large chunk of the cake and quickly stuffs it in his mouth, glaring at the small container of sugar as if it has personally offended him. At least the cake is sweet and tasty, as expected. ]