Xianhui assumed that the young girl had a pig named Amo. Seeing that the girl was angry, he kindly comforted her, "Miss, since Amo is just a pig, why are you so angry about it?"

"Who gave you permission to call him a pig?" Feng Guang finally looked at the man properly. She pointed at him with a tree branch and said fiercely, "Only I can call him a pig. What right do you have to call him that?"

Xianhui was completely bewildered. "Miss...it wasn't what you said..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the girl suddenly show a look of panic. She quickly got up and turned to leave.

It was as if I had seen some kind of ferocious and malevolent thing.

Xian Hui also stood up. He turned to the side and saw a young man in white. The young man was tall and elegant, truly a handsome man. Just standing there was the most beautiful scenery. Especially his eyes, which seemed to be smiling at all times, yet had the magic to see through people's hearts with ease.

The strangest thing is that when he looks at you like this, you can't feel any fear or trepidation. It's like... it's like you have a feeling that such a gentle man would never hurt you.

The young man in white spoke softly, "The scenery."

Xianhui saw the little girl in red freeze in shock, her steps faltering as she tried to run away.

The young master continued, "You have ignored me for the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn. Usually, you can only endure not speaking to me for the time it takes for one incense stick to burn."

"So what?" Feng Guang turned around, trying to put on the air of anger, but in reality she was feeling incredibly guilty.

The young master smiled, his gentle demeanor as warm as jade. "Since you've reached your limit, then don't throw a tantrum, okay?"

She pursed her lips, looked at him without saying a word.

He sighed again, stretched out a hand, and said helplessly, "Come here, I want to hug you."

“We’re still in a cold war…” Her expression was resolute, her eyes darting around for a moment before she stammered, “Well… since you’ve said that, I’ll take pity on you…”

She walked over and took his hand, then nestled into his arms. Smelling his familiar and pleasant scent, she breathed a sigh of relief and nuzzled against his chest. "Let's make it clear... this time you lose."

"Okay, I admit defeat." The smile in his eyes was extremely gentle. No matter which time she said she wanted to have a cold war, he always gave in in the end. In the past, she would not be able to hold back for more than an incense stick's time, but this time she held back for almost two incense sticks' time. It was because he had gone a bit too far this time. Not only did he find the osmanthus cake, but he also found all the snacks she had hidden.

Although he didn't want to use this analogy, when he found so many boxes of snacks in the closet, in her dressing case, and in the corner of her desk, all of them sweets, he felt that she seemed like a squirrel hoarding food for winter, and a squirrel that knew that the most dangerous place was the safest place.

He really underestimated her obsession with the word "eat".

After a long while, Xianhui finally came to his senses. Seeing that the man and woman were completely ignoring him and showing off their affection, he finally found his voice and asked, "May I ask who you two are?"

The young man in white smiled faintly, "My name is Liu Nianfeng, and this is my wife."

"Wife?" Xianhui paused. "You two are husband and wife?"