"Tsk-tsk. I’ve never thought this Ironwood Compass had such romantic cells in his body." Man Man teased him privately.
She used the ironwood instead of elm to describe Yuan Zhou, as he lacked a sense of romance more than the stubborn elm.
"I’m a little unwilling to eat it." Man Man said while looking at the pastry served on the plate.
"Me either. This is so beautiful." Beside Man Man was a lovable short-haired girl. She said with agony while supporting her chin with one hand and taking the crystal spoon with the other.
"I don’t want the pastry to be covered with my saliva." Man Man turned the head and said with a helpless manner.
"That’s true. Look at mine. It’s also very beautiful." This was just what made them girls. They always liked sharing beautiful things with others.
"So is mine." Man Man also dragged her own plate close.
