Fenjue had no idea that the cute thing Gingerbread had unconsciously uttered was not referring to the lantern.
He turned around, smiled, and paid.
Bright beams of light shone on the boy's aloof face, his long, thick eyelashes casting a fan-shaped silhouette.
Her jet-black ponytail was tied high with a blue and white ribbon, and a few strands of black hair playfully swayed in the air.
After paying, Fenjue walked over to Gingerbread.
“I knew you’d like this.” He reached out and handed the lantern to Gingerbread. “Senior sister, this is for you.”
The clear, pure voice of the young boy pulled her back to reality.
Gingerbread's heart started racing uncontrollably.
To hide the sudden, irregular beating of her heart, she hurriedly avoided the boy's gaze.
He glanced down at the lantern in his hand.
Forehead.
Well, how should I put it?
Other people's lanterns are decorated with rabbits and lotus flowers.
But what she held in her hand—
Why is it a dog?!
Is she being insulted for being a scoundrel in her words and actions?
That's not right either.
If it was given by Li Dapu, that must mean the same thing. How innocent and adorable my junior brother is!
Gingerbread was deceived by someone's innocent appearance and had long forgotten that Fenjue often tricked her when she hadn't lost her memory.
After deliberating for a long time,
With curiosity, she asked, "Junior brother, why do you think I would like a lantern shaped like a yellow dog?"
Fenjue pointed to the little yellow dog circling around their feet.
“My senior sister always praises it for being cute, so I guess you’ll like the dog-shaped lantern.”
The sound gradually faded.
Seeing that Gingerbread didn't react, he paused, the disappointment in his eyes completely hidden by his long, drooping eyelashes.
"It seems I was wrong."
"Whatever Senior Sister likes, I'll go buy her a new one."
A bustling street.
It was so quiet that she could only hear his voice, and even hear the boy's heart breaking.
Gingerbread shook its head, banishing the absurd thought, and silently berated itself for being obsessed.
The little yellow tail wagged more and more enthusiastically, and its head nudged around, rubbing against her legs haphazardly.
Use actions to tell Gingerbread that it likes the lantern.
"No, no, you bought a great one. I especially love the dog-shaped lantern."
With a smile, she held up the lantern, hesitated for a moment, and then forced herself to exclaim, "Look at it, doesn't it look just like a dog?"
Burn to ashes: ......
I understand, my senior sister just doesn't like it.
The boy, filled with grief and indignation, turned and left.
Gingerbread quickly caught up with him, poked his arm, and picked up the lantern, praising it incessantly.
"I'm not lying, I really like it, even though I thought it was a bit funny to give a girl a yellow dog lantern before—"
"What?" The boy looked incredulous, his glassy eyes filled with grievance.
"Senior sister, you just said I was funny."
"No, no, that's not it..." Gingerbread almost bit her tongue in frustration, "I meant even if..."
The boy pursed his lips into a straight line and plunged into the crowd.
It gave off an air of "I won't listen, I won't listen."
Gingerbread laughed and finished her sentence in one breath, "What I mean is, even if I didn't like it before, it's a gift from you, and now I think it's cute and I like it a lot!"
"Really?" Fen Jue turned around and walked back, his long, slender eyes tinged with crimson.
Gingerbread nodded, "Zun du zun du!"
Fen Jue didn't understand her strange words, but seeing her nod, he knew it meant yes.
A faint smile appeared in his eyes.
Little Yellow wagged its tail wildly.
One moment it rubs against Gingerbread's calves, the next it rubs against Burning's calves.
This perfectly illustrates what a lackey is.
After looking down at Xiao Huang, the two of them looked up at the same time, their eyes met, and they suddenly burst into laughter.
A bustling and vibrant street.
In the bustling crowd.
The girl held a comical puppy lantern, her almond-shaped eyes smiling as she looked at the boy in front of her.
The adorable little dog circled around them.
This scene is incredibly beautiful and romantic.
If Su Qinghe were here, she would probably be completely obsessed, excitedly recording material to use in her upcoming novel.
*
When traveling, it's important to keep a low profile.
Gingerbread did not choose the largest inn in Yancheng.
We found a restaurant that was reasonably sized.
It was quite late when we arrived at the restaurant.
I received the room card.
The two went back to their respective rooms to rest.
Gingerbread rang the doorbell, and the waiter on night duty came up with a smile.
She ordered several dishes, ate a few bites after the food arrived, and then went to bed.
I slept until dawn.
The noise from the argument downstairs woke her up.
Gingerbread rubbed her eyes, pushed open the door, and went out to eat watermelon. She stood on the third-floor railing and looked down.
What a coincidence.
The crowd gathered around three people, one of whom was arguing with Gingerbread, whom he happened to know.
Cheng Che, the big-eyed boy from the Nine Heavens Sect, and Song Pengpeng, who is like a fighting rooster and always challenges her to a duel.
What are they doing here?
"You're vulgar and unreasonable. Let's sit here first." Song Pengpeng's face turned red with anger. "Why are you twisting the truth and saying we stole your seat?"
Cheng Che pulled Song Pengpeng's arm from behind, "Forget it, it's better to avoid trouble."
"Get away from me! You're making a fool of yourself and disgracing the Nine Heavens Sect. I'm not like you." Song Pengpeng pushed Cheng Che away forcefully.
It almost caused Cheng Che to fall.
Gingerbread clicked its tongue and shook its head. "The young lady of the Nine Heavens Sect is still as arrogant and unreasonable as ever."
The last word was said.
Another person appears in your field of vision.
Turning my head, I saw that it was burned to the ground.
Gingerbread's eyes lit up when she saw his clothes.
The young man had changed into a set of robes other than red and the sect's attire, which was quite rare for him.
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