Murong Qiao pulled Huo Yichen to a random place to sit down and rest.
"Here." Huo Yichen brought her two small cakes.
Eating desserts would improve one's mood, so Huo Yichen naturally didn't want to see Murong Qiao angry.
She took the piece of matcha cake and placed it in her mouth.
The matcha cake's bitterness and mellowness melted in her mouth, filling her mouth with her favorite taste. It wrapped around the tip of her tongue and produced a fragrance.
"…I suddenly feel a little guilty," Murong Qiao suddenly said.
Huo Yichen looked at Murong Qiao in confusion and saw her gaze fall on her waist.
It was flat and slender, a beautiful waist that he could not bear to part with.
Murong Qiao took another bite. Her voice was a little muffled and cute. "I've gained 1.5 kilograms from being brought around by you to eat all this time."
Although she said that, her hands did not stop moving.
