Shen Xi was about to carry Toffeecito home.
Looking at the young lady, Li Yuan reminded her of a certain something. "Little rascal, my painting."
"You're the rascal." Shen Xi turned around and shot him an angry look. She picked up the drawing, motioning to throw it. "I merely forgot."
Li Yuan's heart could melt at the sight of the girl blushing with puffy cheeks. She looked like a squirrel stealing pine nuts. Li Yuan stressed, "That's mine."
Shen Xi did not toss it down in the end and instead, placed the painting in the basket and lowered it down. "Here you go, here you go!"
Chuckling, Li Yuan rolled his wheelchair over and preciously studied the painting in his hands. He gently cautioned her amid her grumbles. "Be careful when you get down. Don't drop Toffeecito."
Shen Xi sobbed. "…"
What about her? Why was it only about not dropping Toffeecito?
Bloody men. With Toffeecito in their lives, she no longer mattered!
