The small box was opened in an instant, yet the items inside were tightly wrapped in a layer of exquisite silk.
This mysterious wrapping caused a sense of retreat to suddenly arise in Shen Ruoxi's heart.
"These are your things, I don't want to see them, take them away."
Her heart surged with complex emotions that were difficult to explain, driving her to want to escape, even with a hint of annoyance, as she reached out and pushed Jun Moling.
Jun Moling chuckled quietly, gently placing her hand on the silk, his voice gentle as water, "Why are you so sure they're my things? What if they're yours?"
"Mine?" Although Shen Ruoxi wasn't drunk, her mind was in a fuzzy state, and her reaction seemed a bit dull. Those two simple words left her momentarily bewildered and at a loss.
"Exactly!" As soon as Jun Moling's words fell, he uncovered the layer of silk.
