"You just kissed me."
Liang yuran only felt that his fingers were burning, but he still pretended to be cold and calm.
"I didn't. You're talking nonsense."
Jiang Xibao was chewing sweet osmanthus cake in his mouth and his eyes were as big as the squirrel's. However, this time, he was not angry, but scared.
The only thing that was missing was 'don't touch me' written all over his face.
“……”
Liang yuran was a little angry.
Perhaps it was because his emotions were too obvious, Jiang Xibao wanted to say something but stopped.
"Just say what you want to say."
Looking at her wandering eyes, Liang yuran's heart felt even more stifled.
"Can I have another piece?"
Jiang Xibao pointed at the box of Osmanthus cakes that Liang yuran had brought with him and asked carefully.
“……”
“……”
They stared at each other.
Liang yuran was amused, both angry and amused.
"Eat, eat."