Yue Qingqing accepted the paper-wrapped package, swallowing repeatedly.
Jiang Jingze couldn't help but tug at the corner of his mouth, "Go ahead, it's for you."
"Thank you!"
Yue Qingqing carefully pinched a piece, trying not to drop any crumbs as she placed it in her mouth.
The crisp texture with a chewiness filled her mouth, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus mixed with a milky flavor, sweet but not cloying.
Watching the girl with her cheeks puffed out, Jiang Jingze felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
A couple of days ago, by chance, he saw a bi-eyed white cat at the school gate, its precious and cute appearance made him stop in his tracks.
That's why he made snowflake crisps at home last night, planning to look for that cat today.
But he ended up running into an even cuter little kitten.
Jiang Jingze couldn't help but reach out and poke Yue Qingqing's cheek.
The smooth touch left him momentarily stunned.
