At the street corner, a handsome boy grabbed the man's clothes with expectation: "Master... Let's go eat marshmallows, okay?"
The man rubbed the boy's short hair lovingly: "Want some dessert?"
"No, a girl passing by just now said that the marshmallow seller is very handsome, I think..."
"What do Nan Nan think? Huh?"
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged around the waist. The little slave felt a hint of danger. He swallowed and changed his words: "I want to eat handsome marshmallows..."