His Little Sweetheart

Gu Xuanlin looked at her and couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Is it really that good?”

“It is.” Lin Jianing nodded quickly.

“Let your big brother have a taste?” Gu Xuanlin propped his chin on one hand and asked, watching her nonchalantly.

At his words, Lin Jianing froze for a moment. She looked at the two ice creams she had already taken bites from and hesitated. “Brother, what flavor do you want? I can go buy you one.”

“Lin Jianing flavor.” As he spoke, he stood up, bent down, and leaned toward one of the ice creams in her hand. He took a bite where she had already bitten it, then licked his lips. “So sweet.”