Ye Xiaofan didn't know what was happening; the words just slipped out of his mouth. By the time he realized it, he had already met Shen Zuimo's charming gaze.
An unintentional slip of the tongue is perhaps the truest expression of one's feelings.
"What are you thinking? You little brat. Don't joke about these things in the future," Shen Zuimo playfully scolded, getting up to dispose of the leftover food box in the trash can.
At this moment, Ye Xiaofan wanted so much to stand up and loudly tell that figure: No, I wasn't joking, I, I really have such thoughts. However, he didn't dare to say it; rational thinking made him control the fluctuations of his emotions.
Suddenly, Ye Xiaofan noticed a small black card on the table, looking particularly familiar. He picked it up casually, and his eyes lit up. Could this be the memory card he accidentally dropped while shooting the meteor shower at Phoenix Mountain before?
