The layers were about three inches tall, and there was a white substance in the middle of each layer that looked like solid goat's milk.
"Your business territory has expanded by a large margin today. This is my reward for you. It's a small cake. Do you like it?"
Zhao Zhan had already caught his lover's hands and carefully examined them. Seeing the red spots on them, Zhao Zhan sincerely lowered his head and pressed his lips on them.
Yue Jiaojiao's fingers were numb.
"Does it hurt?"
His lover raised her hand and blew on it. She spoke in a coy voice, "It hurts. I've been washing it with cold water for a long time, but it doesn't help."
Zhao Zhan's heart ached. He pulled her into his arms. His heart was hurt, and he felt as if he were the one in pain instead.
He rested his chin on Yue Jiaojiao's shoulder.
"I don't deserve this."
His lover was the best. He was just an ordinary hunter who was bestowed an angel by God.
