"Could this be, telepathy?"
The man chuckled softly. His previous aloofness was nowhere in sight; now, every word seemed to roll off his tongue like a hot wave, making one's heart flutter.
He carried Jiang Ruan towards the sofa.
He bent down to put the little girl on the soft sofa, then sat next to her, placing the cake box on the table.
The girl next to him immediately reached over, opened the packaging box, and took out the delicate cake inside.
The aroma of chocolate hit her nose.
Jiang Ruan's eyes seemed even brighter.
She cut a piece with a cake knife and stuffed it directly into her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed, like a greedy little squirrel. The sweet taste spread through her taste buds, she excitedly swung her legs.
It was so delicious.
