Tang Ye came to his senses and put the large and small packages in his hands on the table. Ning Yu'er took a look and saw a lot of food; all of these were brought for her.
"Thank you, Little Mister! Huh? Candles, wow so many! Little Mister, you're so good to me!"
Ning Yu'er was deeply moved. She realized that Tang Ye had listened to what she said yesterday, even though he didn't respond.
She picked up a sausage, took a bite, opened a box of cookies, took out one and asked Tang Ye, "Little Mister, would you like some?"
Tang Ye gave a shake of his head to refuse, and Ning Yu'er chuckled, thinking that he looked adorable. However, seeing his greasy hair that hadn't been washed for days, Ning Yu'er wrinkled her brow and suddenly pulled him into a dormitory room.
Looking at her gentle hand, Tang Ye's gaze fell, his heart seemed to burst into bloom.
"Little Mister, are you afraid of the cold?" Ning Yu'er asked Tang Ye.
