"Steamed bun?"Liang Jiusi suddenly sat up from the floor and asked incoherently, "What stuffed bun?"
Lin jiage, who was lying on the sofa, opened his eyes at Liang Jiusi's words.
His gaze was a little hazy.
Liang Jiusi shook his head as he looked east and west, "Where's steamed bun? Where's steamed bun?"
Hearing Liang Jiusi's words, Lin jiage blinked his eyes lightly, and his gaze cleared up a little.
Where steamed bun is, that's none of your business... with this thought in mind, he raised his hand and touched his chest. Then, his entire expression turned hazy once more, as if he was immersed in his own world, muttering to himself, he muttered, "Where's steamed bun? Is there a need to ask such a stupid question?"
As he spoke, the corners of Lin Jiage's lips curled up into an arc. With a smile as pure as a child's, he muttered softly, "The buns are in my heart..."