Zhuo Qianqian pursed her lips, prepared to breathe onto the ice cream, using her hot breath to thaw her tongue.
"Huff..."
Zhuo Qianqian only felt two more waves of coldness strike again, and then found, tearlessly, that her lips also stuck to the ice cream.
"My tongue, the ice cream is biting me!"
With her tongue and lips both stuck to the ice cream, her pronunciation became indistinct, and the muffled voice amused Wang Fan greatly.
"It's minus 20 degrees now. The telephone pole is off-limits for licking. How dare you lick ice cream?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a thermos from the large pocket of his down jacket.
Warm water with a sweet goji fragrance slid down the ice cream, finally rescuing Zhuo Qianqian's lips and tongue from the ice cream, though the ice cream had shrunk by a quarter.
Zhuo Qianqian didn't feel embarrassed or annoyed, as if she wasn't the person who had just experienced that, and she held Wang Fan's arm, continuing to move forward.
