Li Qingshen remained silent, merely prying open Ling Momo's fingers one by one, as she glared at him, desperately protecting the last remaining dumpling.
However, being a girl, she lacked strength, and she watched helplessly as her prize was about to be taken from her by Li Qingshen, Ling Momo was incredibly unwilling.
He was six years older than her but still so childish as to fight with her over a dumpling!
He should be letting her have it!
Ling Momo pouted, fixing her gaze on Li Qingshen, "You're older than me, you should be letting me have it!"
Before her words even faded, the dumpling was snatched away by Li Qingshen. The man, looking triumphant, raised his eyebrows at her. Illuminated by the campfire, he appeared handsome and elegant, making Ling Momo's teeth itch with irritation.
Li Qingshen, staring at the now misshapen dumpling being fought over between them, raised an eyebrow and then raised his hand, bringing it towards his mouth.
