He was envious of a girl who could make him put on the leather rope.
Qiao Mianmian couldn't help but smile.
Mo Yesi didn't queue for too long.
After he went over, he found someone and said a few words to him, and that person gave up his spot.
A few minutes later, he returned with the ice cream.
"You ate spicy food just now. You can't eat too much ice, or you'll get diarrhea." Mo Yesi handed her the half-filled box of ice cream. "I got the employee to add another mango. After this, you're not allowed to eat anything else."
Qiao Mianmian took the ice cream from him, scooped a spoonful, and fed it to him.
The sweet fragrance of the ice cream caused the man to frown. He looked down at the girl's expectant expression and swallowed the words "I don't like this."
He opened his mouth cooperatively.
