Su Qingshan tugged the bag but couldn’t budge it.

“Big sister, so the bigger one’s stronger?”

Gujiajia froze for a moment. Her eyes followed Su Qingshan’s downward gaze—and her face flushed crimson. With anger.

*Ding! Female lead’s corruption value +1!*

*Host sister, you’re so good at this! I knew you were the best!* The system’s chirpy voice rang out.

Su Qingshan’s eyes lifted to Gujiajia’s face. Sure enough, this female lead had bizarre tastes.

Under Su Qingshan’s all-seeing stare, Gujiajia’s blush deepened. This was all a trap! Had weird stuff been added to these treats too? Dark rumors flashed in her mind. How could she lower her guard just because this Dark Dragon was a girl?

But these goodies… the kids back home hadn’t even tasted them yet. Remembering the cake’s sweetness, she hugged the bag tighter.

“You didn’t… add anything strange in there, right?” Gujiajia mustered the courage to ask.

Su Qingshan stared, baffled. What was this big sister imagining? What could two girls possibly add?

“How about this—you pick one piece, and I’ll test it for poison?” Su Qingshan teased. She didn’t just say it. She pulled out a small cake, unwrapped it smoothly, and took a bite before Gujiajia could react.

“Sweet, right? Try some.” Su Qingshan popped the remaining bite into Gujiajia’s slightly parted lips.

Sweetness exploded on her tongue, mingling with the soft brush of cool fingertips. Gujiajia’s heart skipped. She felt like she was plummeting on a rollercoaster again—then soaring into the clouds.

“Sweet?” Su Qingshan’s voice drifted from afar.

Gujiajia nodded dumbly, forgetting to chew.

*Host sister, you got cream on the female lead’s face!* The system’s sugary voice oozed mischief. *For optimal mission success, suggest wiping it off!*

Su Qingshan frowned but rubbed her thumb over Gujiajia’s mouth. Pink cream clung to her fingertip. No tissues on hand. She glanced at Gujiajia—surely girls carried tissues? But Gujiajia just stared, mechanically chewing.

Su Qingshan licked the cream off her thumb. Who cared about details? She wasn’t some germaphobe guy.

Gujiajia’s heart hammered. How could she… do that? Her face burned crimson, but she feigned calm.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Gujiajia swallowed the cake, shame flooding her. She’d spent the day on this girl’s dime, accepted gifts, yet doubted her. Guilt tightened her chest.

“Let’s split today’s costs. I can’t just take your money.” Saying it lifted her spirits. She refused to owe the Dark Dragon anything.

“You have cash?” Su Qingshan’s blunt question hit home.

Gujiajia choked. She… didn’t.

“I’ll pay you back later!” Her voice turned resolute.

Su Qingshan sized her up, amused. Such a flustered big sister. She didn’t need repayment—why stress over nothing? But she saw Gujiajia’s stubbornness.

“No splitting.” As the date’s initiator—and a guy—she couldn’t let a woman pay. Her eyes landed on a red-and-white cart nearby. *Imported Candy, Free Tasting.*

“If you really feel indebted, give me a return gift.”

“A gift?” That could work. Splitting the bill was impossible anyway. The Dark Dragon was thoughtful after all. Warmth spread through Gujiajia.

“Yeah. I saw imported candy earlier?”

*Imported* candy?! Gujiajia flinched back, stunned. She recalled Su Qingshan feeding her the cake—the warm, soft touch on her lips. Her ears burned. What counted as “imported”? Mouth-to-mouth?

“Must it be… imported?” Gujiajia whispered. How could she say that loudly in public?

Su Qingshan frowned. Just one free candy—and she wouldn’t humor her? “Yes.” Her tone left no room for debate.

Gujiajia’s eyes reddened. After feeling guilty for doubting her… typical Dark Dragon trickery!

Su Qingshan’s frown deepened. One lousy candy—and not even a token gesture? “Hurry up. It’s just candy. Miss Gu, you’re not stingy, are you?”

This wasn’t about candy! Gujiajia’s blush intensified. Dusk gilded her face. Backlit, Su Qingshan missed the hesitation in her eyes.

Gujiajia looked at the cool girl—remembering the rollercoaster handhold, the lingering sweetness on her tongue, the phantom softness on her lips. (Just her imagination.) She scanned the nearly empty park. Distant chatter faded. No one watched them.

Seeing Su Qingshan’s impatient scowl, Gujiajia leaned in without thinking.

Sunset light vanished. Before Su Qingshan could react, warm breath enveloped her. Soft lips pressed against hers—surprisingly tender, damp, sticky-sweet. Then a hard, sugary lump slid into her mouth, followed by a wet flick.

Su Qingshan froze. All she felt was softness—different kinds she couldn’t name. Fireworks exploded in her head. *Not imagination. The system did this.* Imported candy… like this? *My first kiss!!*

Gujiajia fled. As Sect Leader, she had a sect to uphold and grow. Yet she couldn’t look back. Her heart raced wildly—she’d never felt it pound so fast. Wind rushed past her ears, but the girl’s scent clung to her: cool yet warm.