Wenzhi's face scrunched up after tasting the soup Xinyuan had made.
Xinyuan stood across from him with an expectant look that almost made Wenzhi want to lie.
Almost.
"Water," Wenzhi rasped out.
Xinyuan hurried to grab a glass and handed it over. Wenzhi drank everything in one go before breathing out hard.
"Why is it so spicy?" he demanded, eyes watering.
Xinyuan palmed his forehead. "Fuck."
Wenzhi paused.
That was the first time he had ever heard Xinyuan curse.
And judging by the way Xinyuan was staring miserably at the soup, he clearly hadn't even realized he said it.
Wenzhi blinked at him while Xinyuan grabbed the bowl and carried it back toward the kitchen.
"Did you just curse?" he asked.
"What?" Xinyuan looked genuinely confused, still distracted by the ruined soup.
"You cursed." Wenzhi stuck his tongue out, trying to recover from the spice.
"Did I?" Xinyuan grabbed another glass of water and handed it to him before turning back to stare mournfully at the soup.
