Before she could react, he had pressed her thumb into the cinnabar to get some paint and made a thumbprint on the base of the miniature clay figure.
After thanking the old man, he took her hand and led her out of the marketplace.
Wiping the paint off her finger with a wet wipe, she glanced at Leng Zimo who was examining the miniature clay figure from all angles, and Luo Xiaoqian's curiosity got the better of her as she moved closer to him.
"I didn't expect you to like this kind of thing!" she said.
"This isn't just something; this is a person, and her name is Luo Xiaoqian." Leng Zimo waggled the thumbprint under the clay figure seriously. "From today on, she's mine!"
Luo Xiaoqian laughed, "Well, she's definitely not me!"
"Are you going back on your word?" Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow.
"What promise?" Luo Xiaoqian was confused.
Leng Zimo looked at her earnestly, "You said you'd give me anything I wanted, and I don't want anything but Luo Xiaoqian!"
Luo Xiaoqian was stunned.
