"Playing games with me, huh? You're really mean, Shen Jinghe! You have to eat with me!"
"Fine, I'll listen to you." Actually, Shen Jinghe himself couldn't clearly recall what he had just said, because he was a bit flustered.
But as he looked at the lively Wenyan in front of him, his jumbled thoughts gradually faded away.
While Wenyan was tidying up the pastries on the table, he pulled a scarf from the paper bag at his feet and tied it around Wenyan's neck.
Wenyan was startled, "My bun! You touched my bun, and I still need to take photos."
"..." Shen Jinghe was speechless, "Shouldn't your focus be on this scarf I'm giving you? It's a special design from a high-end brand given to me at an event, a limited edition."
"! You're giving me something this nice? That's a lot of pressure for me."
Shen Jinghe frowned, "What pressure do you have?"
"I don't know what to give back, it's not like pastries, which are readily available."
