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Everything about that answer made her soften and Audrey smiled softly. She’d thought right. It was his first kiss. Taking a step forward so they were closer, she put her hands over his. “I could show you what a real kiss is supposed to be like?” She asked softly and with a smirk, trying not to let the strange nerves that were creeping into her stomach appear. 

Why did she care if he said no or not? Its not like she liked him. He was just a sweet guy. “You put your hands either on the girl’s waist or on their cheek like this.” She whispered, beginning to instruct when he didn’t say anything either way, putting his hands on her waist and putting one hand on his waist as well, the other going to the back of his neck. Audrey met his eyes for a second, his a much darker brown than hers, but still pretty warm. 

Later, Ping would lie awake in agony, trying to understand why he hadn’t immediately pulled away.  Maybe he’d been playing the part of a boy for long enough that it was hard to tell where Mulan ended and Ping began.  Maybe, recalling Audrey’s first kiss, he had been curious about another.  But in an empire where only a scholar might learn all the thousands of words in their language, Ping, who had been raised to live on a farm, could not find the right ones to answer his own questions.

His hands were placed on Audrey’s waist, hesitated, rested against the rough fabric and then pulled away as she touched him.  "No,“ blurted wide-eyed Ping, stepping quickly to one side.  "I can’t.  I’m sorry.”  He looked, and felt, apologetic, but mostly Ping was torn between fleeing the scene like a startled deer - or risking an explanation.  Maybe he owed Audrey an explanation.  She was the closest thing to a friend he had made since joining the army, but could he really trust her with the truth?