"Finish this and we'll head back."
The man took over the conversation, finally finding an angle to step in, walked forward to pick up the box and spoon hanging on the side, and scooped a few spoonsful, "Come here."
"..." What was he going to do?
"Tong Ran! I'm telling you to come here! Do you really want me to come and lead you over?!"
"Can't you use a different term?!" She wasn't a little dog!
Tong Ran, reluctant and unwilling, walked over, and the man pulled out a chair, "Sit."
"You're going to..." She had just opened her mouth when a spoonful of ice cream was fed into it.
Tong Ran felt a coldness on her tongue, the sweet and refreshing taste made the wound seem to hurt less.
Mo Nanjue saw her little face showing a comfortable expression, his brows relaxed slightly, then he scooped another spoonful, carefully shaking off the ice shavings, and brought it to her lips.
He...
He was actually feeding her...