The classmates whispered among themselves. There were eight dumplings total, four each. Ryan ate fast, so Tina handed hers over one by one.
The last one, she held directly to Ryan's lips. He paused but took a bite and kept eating.
After drinking half the spicy soup, Ryan pushed the bowl away. Everyone remembered Tina as a germaphobe who kept her distance from Ryan.
Before, the idea of these two sharing breakfast intimately would've been laughable.
And Ryan—since when did he have the nerve to eat from Tina's hand? Worse, he acted like it was nothing. In the past, he'd have turned red as a tomato, hyperventilating.
And the soup—since when did he dare drink first and then push the leftovers toward Tina?
This was insanity. Even more shocking? Tina took the bowl and kept drinking from the same spoon Ryan had used, smiling sweetly. "Was this enough for you?"
"Plenty. I'll grab something after class if I'm hungry," Ryan said lazily.
