The Meat That Was About to Be Beaten Up (1)

Song Jingchen went to take a shower. Shen Yijia rolled around on the bed with the candied plums in her arms and stuffed five into her mouth in one go, making her mouth bulge.

How sweet!

When Song Jingchen returned, Shen Yijia had already changed her reading posture.

She leaned over the pillow. The candied plums were placed beside it, making it convenient for her to grab them.

There was only half a bag of candied plums left. The corners of Song Jingchen's mouth twitched.

Just as Shen Yijia was about to reach out for it again, he quickly put away the candied plums. "You can't eat too much tonight, lest you have a toothache tomorrow."

"Fine." Shen Yijia smacked her lips.

If she couldn't eat them tonight, she could at least do it tomorrow.

Song Jingchen leaned over and helped her put away the books that were scattered all over the bed. There were many folded corners, and he carefully smoothed them out.