He rested his chin on her small shoulder, turning his head to look at her little face flustered and flushed.
He couldn't help but curl up his lips, his voice lazy and languid, "What's the rush? I didn't say I didn't bring it."
Hearing this, Yun Qiluo quickly asked him, "Then where is it?"
Yan Yan slightly lowered his phoenix eyes, lazily sweeping his gaze over the floor.
Then he pointed at one of them, "I just remembered, it should be in this box."
Looking at the young girl immediately squatting down to open the box.
Yan Yan's lips curved into a joyful arc.
Why does she believe everything he says?
He hasn't felt this kind of unconditional trust in a long, long time.
But if this keeps up, he's really afraid she might get tricked and run away when outside.
Yun Qiluo struggled for a while to open the suitcase.
Immediately, snacks spilled out all over the floor, large bags and packages with colorful wrappers occupying the floor beneath her feet.
