"What's wrong with me being four?"
"You don't act like a four-year-old."
"That's because I want to!"
The corners of his gentle and delicate mouth lifted slightly.
She was startled and realized that she had unknowingly been led by the nose by him again, getting angry at his provocation.
This fox, after all, is still a fox and will seize any opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Lu Na snorted, took off the hooligan rabbit backpack from her back, unzipped it, took out his blue scarf, and threw it at him: "Here! This is yours, returned to you in perfect condition! I've washed it for you, so you can't say I wore it and can't return it."
He caught the scarf she threw back, lifted it to his nose, and sniffed: Hmm, it seemed to carry her scent, a lemony fragrance of laundry soap. Thinking of her washing the scarf herself, he couldn't help but grin with joy.
Seeing him suddenly smile, Lu Na looked startled: "Why are you smiling?"
"Do you know why I gave you the scarf?"
