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Chapter 410 - : Instant Punishment (1/2)

“Jun Shiyan!” Ling Sheng was annoyed. She grabbed his chin and slapped his face, glaring at him ferociously. “Spit it out! Spit it out! I’ll count to three!”

Shi Lingyu and the others were shocked by the sudden scene. Upon seeing Ling Sheng hopping about, they thought, What a petty person. What’s wrong with giving him a strawberry? She’s even making him spit it out.

Ji Fanchen could not take it anymore. Upon seeing the legendary cold and heartless Third Master being lectured like a child by a young lady, he sighed and tried to persuade her. “Sheng Sheng, if this shed is not enough for you, there’s still one more!”

“This isn’t a strawberry problem. This is a matter of principle.” Ling Sheng let out an angry snort. Upon seeing the man spit out a strawberry that was still whole, she felt relieved. She let out a fierce breath through her nose. “From now on, you can’t eat any strawberries!”

When Shi Lingyu and Ji Fanchen saw the neighbor say something in her ear, they smiled. The duo was in love again. They looked at each other in confusion.

What’s going on between the two of you? I don’t dare ask or say anything.

Shi Lingyu and the others quickly went to another shed. They were really showing off their affection for each other. They could not take it anymore, so they retreated quickly.

Ling Sheng was very focused as she plucked strawberries. By the time she had plucked a whole basket, she realized that her feet hurt. These shoes had been recently bought by Sister Yu, so they were a tight fit!

Jun Shiyan walked ahead with the strawberry basket. After walking for a long time, he realized that the young lady was not following him. When he turned around, he saw that she was still squatting on the spot. “What’s wrong?”

Ling Sheng looked up and met the man’s warm and loving eyes. Her heart felt warm and sweet as she spread her arms, talking like an empress dowager to a eunuch. “Little Yanzi, I can’t walk anymore. Carry me back to the palace!”

Jun Shiyan put down the basket and walked over to her. In a magnetic voice that was gentle and rich, he said, “My beloved concubine, since Little Yanzi is not around, let me carry you back to the palace.”