Jian Qing's eyes narrowed into crescents, teasing, "Don't want to interrupt your work, Master Jingwu."
With a stretch of his strong arm, Quan Jingwu hooked her slender waist, playfully grazed her nose with his fingertips, and said, "Naughty."
Noticing the bag in her hand, he raised one of his thin brows, "Bought it for me?"
"In your dreams." Jian Qing shook the bag in her hand, protectively resembling a baby calf, "This is mine."
The humor in her protective chiding made Quan Jingwu laugh, teasing, "Then where is mine?"
"I thought you don't like these things?" Jian Qing nonchalantly said.
Quan Jingwu was instantly speechless, "..."
Jian Qing wriggled out of his embrace and trotted to sit on the sofa. She then pulled out a gigantic box of ice cream which was seemingly larger than her face.
Opening the box, Jian Qing took a big bite with a spoon, savored the rich and cold chocolate flavor, instantly beating the heat.
