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After leaving the cinema, Fu Hengyi saw an ice cream shop at the entrance with many couples lined up to buy. He glanced at Shen Qinglan and went over to purchase two.
He handed one to Shen Qinglan, "The clerk said this yellow peach flavor is their best-seller, give it a try."
A thirty-year-old serious man holding two ice creams was such a visual shock that even the always composed Shen Qinglan couldn't help but avert her eyes. It was really eye-opening.
"I don't like sweets."
"It's okay to try them occasionally." Fu Hengyi brought the ice cream to Shen Qinglan's lips, suggesting she take a bite.
The gazes of people around fell intentionally or unintentionally on them, making Shen Qinglan feel a bit embarrassed. She quickly took a small bite, expecting it to be overly sweet, but the cool sensation mixed with a subtly sweet and creamy flavor turned out to be quite pleasant.
Shen Qinglan reached out to take it and took a bite now and then.
