Shi Yang held a wet wipe and carefully cleaned each of Zhao Meimei's fingers, then brought it to his nose to smell it. A faint fragrance lingered at his fingertips, and only then did he withdraw his hand, scolding Zhao Meimei: "Did you remember what I just said?"
Zhao Meimei obediently nodded: "Yes, I remembered."
Only then did Shi Yang start the car.
Zhao Meimei was afraid to bring up Zhang Zhao again, worried that Shi Yang would get angry, so she consciously changed the topic: "Brother, did you order the cake?"
Shi Yang gestured for her to look at the back seat.
Zhao Meimei glanced at the cake box and saw it was from the brand she likes, she was delighted: "Is that the fruit cake I love?"
Shi Yang smiled affectionately: "Yes, it's the one you said was delicious last time. I had it made into a big cake."
Zhao Meimei giggled and reached out to touch Shi Yang's face, playfully pinching his chin, praising him: "Nicely done!"
