Shen Yinning said nonchalantly, "Oh, he made a mistake, and I'm punishing him."
Lu Jiazhe took quite a while to digest this sentence.
He cast a cautious glance at Lu Ying. This elder cousin of his was truly a formidable figure—seeing him being punished by kneeling?
It was as if the sun had risen in the west!
Fearing that Lu Ying might vent his anger on him, Lu Jiazhe quickly withdrew his gaze, pretending not to see his cousin's miserable humiliation.
Eagerly, he presented a bamboo basket. "Fresh lychees! Just delivered from Lingnan. There's only a handful of them in the entire Capital. I remembered that Sister Shen loves eating them, so I brought a bundle for you."
The freshly chilled lychees were vibrant red, their leaves still a verdant green, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
Though summer had just begun, lychees at this time of year were still incredibly rare.
