Passersby witnessed a very peculiar sight.
A man walked down the street holding nine sticks of cotton candy, looking constipated and not knowing what to do with his hands or feet.
Beside him walked a beauty with long, flowing hair, holding a stick of cotton candy and licking it with a smile.
The scene looked comical, yet unexpectedly sweet. Many people turned to look, unconsciously breaking into fond smiles.
"I want cotton candy too." A couple passed by, and the girl tugged on the boy's sleeve. "I want that many too."
The boy said, "Don't think that guy has good intentions. However many sticks of cotton candy he's holding, that's how many little balloons he'll use when they get home. Believe me?"
The girl said, "Isn't that a good thing? Go on, then. Let's see you manage ten times."
That single sentence sank the boy, and he promptly shut up.
Qiu Wuji's ears twitched. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she asked, "What are little balloons?"
Chu Ge pretended not to hear. He wanted to strangle that guy. What a petty mind, assuming the worst of a gentleman!
Do I want to use ten little balloons?
I don't want to use any little balloons at all.
Qiu Wuji did not press him. You think I can't go home and ask Baidu if you won't tell me? Having finished one stick of cotton candy, she naturally took another from Chu Ge's hand and kept eating.
Chu Ge could not help asking, "Feels like you're turning grief and indignation into an appetite. Your book flopped, huh...?"
Cruelly struck where it hurt, Qiu Wuji suddenly thought of something and glared at him dangerously. "Was your will interfering and making nobody read my book?"
Chu Ge said, "Ummm... my will was observing, but I never