Rong'er, I want the East Coming Purple Energy that the miss is wearing too," said Qian'er.
"There's only one," Zhao Rong replied.
"Rong'er, I want Auntie Liu's hairpin that the miss is wearing on her head."
"There's only one," he said.
"Rong'er, I want your hand, the one that's been kneading the miss."
Zhao Rong, busy with his head down, said offhandedly, "There's only one..."
He stopped mid-sentence, and the movement of his hands paused.
Qian'er, who had long been sneaking glances and had been fed up with something for a long time, couldn't bear it anymore and became angry, "You're lying! You big hoof, you're supposed to be washing the inkstone—how did you end up washing the miss's hand?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
At that moment, they were still at a lakeside within Mochi Academy.
Zhao Rong was squatting by the lake with Lingfei and Qian'er, all extending their hands into the cold lake water to wash their inkstones.
