Su Qingnuo put down the wine glass, moved closer, and said in a soft voice, "Let me help you pay attention! ...
Su Qingnuo suddenly seemed to remember something and stared curiously at Li Qingyun's pocket.
"What's in your pocket? It was so hard that it seemed to have pushed against me when I was walking just now. "
"Ah? "Li Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched his pocket. Then he suddenly realized it, smiled and took out a small, thick, black, straight stick.
"You said this! I picked it up on the road and it looked quite fresh, so I thought of keeping it as a snack to add some sugar! "
He was so precious that he always carried it close to his body.
