At that moment, Miao Miao felt a bit uncomfortable inside, but she didn't know how to start comforting him, so she just stayed silent, waiting for Chen Yin to gradually gather his emotions.
"Let's sit there for a while. I had someone make a few pastries for you, all learned from your miss back home. They taste really good." At this point, Chen Yin didn't want to discuss matters of affection with Miao Miao any further; he just wanted their interaction to be more natural. He led Miao Miao to a pavilion nearby and sat down.
Miao Miao followed his lead. After sitting down, she picked up one of the pastries, tasted it lightly, and then smiled at the eagerly watching Chen Yin, "It's delicious."
"Good, good." Chen Yin's nose felt sour; just seeing Miao Miao smile like that made his heart ache even more. Yet this time, he disguised it well, simply bowing his head and pushing a few plates of pastries toward Miao Miao, hiding his reddened eyes.
