Bo Yan's hand, which had just reached into the basket to retrieve something, suddenly froze. Although he knew that when Xia Siyu said this, the double portion of snacks would probably still end up in her mouth, he pulled back his hand and placed the snacks back. Instead, he picked out two other snacks with lower calories for her from a nearby shelf. "Have this. These have fewer calories."
Xia Siyu was easy to please—as long as she had something to eat, she was happy. She nodded with a grin, holding a toy in one hand and reaching out to hold his hand with the other. As soon as her hand nestled in his palm, even though she was wearing gloves, he could almost feel the softness of her palm.
