Chapter 1651
- “I must’ve ruined the candy. Spit it out, quick.”
- He held out his hand, not even noticing the prayer beads slipping to the floor.
- “Spit it out—must be the heat, it melted the candy. I’ll buy you a fresh one. Spit it out, Yuting, be good…” His cheeks burned red with panic. There was nothing left of the calm preacher who lectured from the lotus seat.