Ling Sheng looked up and smiled softly at him. "Third Master, Third Master, guess what I brought you?"
Jun Shiyan took a sniff and said, "Chestnuts."
Ling Sheng shook her head. "No, no. Guess again."
Jun Shiyan took another sniff. It was sweet and fragrant. It was a roasted sweet potato. However, in order to make the young lady proud, he frowned in embarrassment. "I don't know."
Ling Sheng had an "I knew it" expression on her face as she took out a bulging scarf complacently. "Dang, dang, dang, dang! Look what I bought."
When he saw the young lady take something out, Jun Shiyan's heart ached as he reached out with his hand. He then reprimanded her slightly. "Were you scalded? How can you put such a hot thing in your clothes?"
Ling Sheng looked at the man's nervous, handsome face, and her heart felt warm. She shook her head. "No, I'm wearing a thick woolen shirt and a scarf. How could I get scalded?"
