He dipped his finger into the jar full of osmanthus honey, lightly hooked it out, and the lady with butterfly wings Luo Pianqian put the finger covered with golden-sweet liquid into her mouth, carefully sucking as she revealed a look of satisfaction.
She felt that the taste of this osmanthus honey was somewhat special, giving her a warm feeling.
This reminded her of the smiles of the old man and woman at the bun shop. Perhaps this is what happiness tastes like? Suddenly, she was reluctant to finish the jar of osmanthus honey all at once.
Mm mm, mm mm, mm mm.
Yet the little butterfly monster still tasted one finger after another, eventually chiding herself to try just one more. Finally, by the eighth finger, she reluctantly sealed the jar, licking clean the remnants of sweetness on her fingers before exhaling a long breath of satisfaction.
