Jiang Mianmian reached out to touch her forehead, which had been flicked, and her rapid heartbeat quickly calmed down a bit. Pouting, she grumbled, "Then I won't come out to pick you up anymore in the future."
Yu Cheng chuckled, his gaze shifting to the ice cream bar in her hand, raising an eyebrow, he said, "Little Lamb, there you go again, sneaking ice cream by yourself. I'm going to tell Aunt Wan in a bit."
Upon hearing Yu Cheng's words, even the slightest bit of her infatuation for his looks was forcibly extinguished.
Her heartbeat completely returned to normal, and she even felt a bit serene.
"Brother Yu, you're wronging me. I'm not eating this for myself, I'm just afraid you'll be hot when you get here, so I specially bought it to wait for you. I'm just borrowing your presence to eat one. Such a small matter, please don't tell my mom."
Saying that, she handed the other ice cream bar in her hand to Yu Cheng.
