When he bought the candied hawthorn, Song Jingchen only thought about how Shen Yijia liked it, but when he saw that she had eaten one skewer after another and was about to bite into the third skewer, he decisively reached out and stopped her.
Shen Yijia paused and looked at Song Jingchen accusingly. "Didn't you buy it for me? Am I supposed to just stare at it?" she thought.
Song Jingchen coughed lightly. "We still have to eat later. Save it for tomorrow."
"I can still eat after eating these." Shen Yijia licked the sugar stains on her lips and looked eagerly at the candied hawthorn skewer in Song Jingchen's hand. "Besides, look, the sugar coating on it is about to melt. It'll definitely spoil by tomorrow."
Song Jingchen looked at her red lips and his eyes darkened. He quickly looked away and coughed lightly. "You can put it in the ice cellar."
"You can do that?" she thought.
Shen Yijia's face fell. "Do we really have to do this?"
