Mufeng tried his best to hold himself back from immediately grasping Jiang Xun's hand.
Jiang Xun quickly looked around. When no one was looking, she stuffed the fudge into her mouth at lightning speed.
Mufeng couldn't help but laugh when seeing her like this. He stretched out his palm again and said, "Give me the wrapper."
She was wearing a skirt with no pockets, so there was no place to store the wrapper. Jiang Xun placed the wrapper in Mufeng's palm again and thanked him in a low voice.
"You don't have to be so polite with me." Mufeng held the wrapper in his hand, on which Jiang Xun's remaining warmth still lingered. He then stuffed it into his pocket, his fingers lightly clutching the fruit-scented wrapped.
At this point, it was unknown as to whether it was Jiang Xun or Mufeng's body temperature still lingering on the wrapper.
