Gingerbread turned around abruptly, and snorted indifferently, "No, I'm not angry."
To increase credibility, he stubbornly said, "Why would I be angry? Don't overthink it!"
That's what she said, but her little mouth was pursed into a straight line.
Fen Jue knew perfectly well that the other party was genuinely bothered, so she smiled gently and explained, "It's not that I don't want to eat what you grilled, it's just that I felt it was hard work for you to grill the fish, so I wanted you to eat first."
The firewood crackled and burned, the firelight reflecting on the girl's cheeks, making her fair face even redder.
She looked up and blinked: "Really?"
Fen Jue said solemnly, "One hundred percent true."
"Hmph, then you eat all the fish I grilled!" Gingerbread handed both fish to Fenjue.
Fenjue took one, intending to give the other one to Gingerbread.
She saw the other person's eyebrows furrow.
I was afraid she would get angry.
He hurriedly grabbed both of them.
Gingerbread squinted his eyes, smiling contentedly. He patted Fenjue's head like an elder and said with a grin, "That's a good boy, my good junior brother."
Burn to ashes: ......
For some reason, I felt this fish was a bit dry.
The mountain night is peaceful.
Little Yellow chased after the fireflies like a fool.
Stinky is sleeping peacefully next to Gingerbread.
And burn them and gingerbread.
The two lay on a wide, flat rock, their hands clasped behind their heads, gazing at the brilliant starry sky.
A shooting star streaked across the sky.
Fen Jue's dark eyes lit up, and he turned around to ask her to make a wish.
My gaze shifted to Gingerbread's face and I noticed that her usually bright almond-shaped eyes were filled with melancholy.
His heart sank.
His thin lips moved slightly, but he seemed to dare not ask anything.
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