Ah.

[ He swallows what's left as he looks up over his sleeve, faced with a pair of dark eyes very close; his finger lightly taps Wen Kexing on the nose, if only to regain Xichen a bit of space as his warm cheeks cool off. ]

I prefer creamy desserts, but I'm not surprised a-Xing liked that. You can have the rest if you want, share them with your friends.