Shen Yuan stared at the milk candy before him, clearly seeing the fine grains of rice paper stuck to the second knuckle of Li Zhi's index finger.
The sight of that shimmering white fingertip made his temples throb.
For a moment, Shen Yuan couldn't even tell which one was the real milk candy.
Against the background noise of Zhuo Peipei and He Zhiyu gasping, the boy instinctively opened his mouth.
"Hey... what, what are you doing? You, trying to... trying to bribe an official with this? What official could possibly resist—"
The rest of Shen Yuan's sentence dissolved into the subtle sensation of rice paper touching his lower lip.
The hum of the central air conditioner overhead, and even the chirping of cicadas outside the window, seemed to stop as if someone had hit a pause button.
"This is the transport fee. The transport fee for that one milk candy."
Hearing Li Zhi's words, Shen Yuan subconsciously put the candy in his mouth.
