Han Luoli gave her a dismissive look, checking her over to ensure she wasn't hurt, then took the girl back to the car.
"You get in the car first, I'll go buy another peach pastry."
"Hey, you…"
Alright, Gu Xiaoer sat in the car, drooping her head and starting her journey of self-reflection.
Han Luoli quickly bought a new peach pastry and returned; the previous one had long disappeared, flung away by the excited girl.
"Da Luoluo, it was really a misunderstanding just now, don't be mad…" Gu Xiaoer cozied up to Han Luoli as soon as he sat in the driver's seat.
Han Luoli placed the pastry securely, sighed, and helped her sit up straight.
"Alright, Xiao Er, I'm not mad."
What?!
Han Luoli isn't mad?
"Okay, Da Luoluo, then let me put it another way, don't be jealous…"
"…" Han Luoli fastened her seatbelt, secured his own, and genuinely smiled calmly: "I'm not jealous either!"
"…"
Not mad, not jealous…
