During the long break of evening self-study, Class 8's classroom displayed every facet of life: studying, chatting, watching videos—brimming with the vitality of everyday life.
At this moment, immersed in such a world, Geng Lu found it unbelievable.
What is he saying... There are too many people!
If we changed places...
Jiang Ning caught sight of the struggle playing across the girl's face. After a brief thought, he knew Lulu had gotten the wrong idea again.
What exactly is in her head? Why does she react so strongly whenever he touches her?
Seeing the shimmer in her eyes about to spill over, Jiang Ning pointed at the sugar-coated chestnuts and said, "I meant for you to peel these. Is that not okay?"
Geng Lu first froze. The conflict and struggle in her heart vanished, but then she felt somewhat disappointed.
So she had misheard...
Geng Lu picked up a chestnut between her fingers. Its surface was covered in a thin layer of sugar frosting. She gently peeled open the shell, and an even richer fragrance wafted out.
She pinched the golden chestnut meat and held it out to him. The entire process was filled with the delicate, gentle grace unique to a girl.
Jiang Ning tasted it. The fruit, imbued with the girl's presence, was soft, glutinous, and plump—sweet without being cloying. Mm, more than that, it carried a sense of warmth.
After a few chestnuts went down, the misunderstanding from before faded away.
Jiang Ning's phone vibrated. He unlocked the screen and glanced at it. It was an email from Shao Shuangshuang, saying that she was heading to Tiger Perch Mountain Villa to pick up the potion Jiang Ning had prepared.
Jiang Ning replied, "Mm. Tell the public that raw materials are limited, so there are few finished products—only