TRMP Chapter 62

The streets were lit by streetlights at night, and in the shadows unseen beneath them, Jiang Yifeng was hopping around, trying to pick a leaf. "I don't have enough money to buy you any other gifts to take back for now... so I'll give you a leaf." Jiang Yifeng's fingers touched the leaf, and with a hook of his fingertip, he tore it off. He happily placed the small leaf against Xie Jingshen's chest. Xie Jingshen touched the spot on his chest. The leaf was against his heart, soothingly close. Once Jiang…