How dare she look at him like that? Song Jingchen held his forehead. He wondered if Shen Yijia knew that she was playing with fire.
Seeing that she looked regretful but didn’t look shy, Song Jingchen felt inexplicably disappointed. Perhaps she didn’t understand the matters between men and women at all.
“Ahem, you’re still little,” Song Jingchen said vaguely.
Little? Shen Yijia looked down. It was not little. It was just right.
Besides, what did kissing have to do with her size?
Song Jingchen was stunned by her gaze. “Does she not know any shame?” he thought.
Shen Yijia had no idea that she had been labeled as shameless again. Unfortunately, she did not forget what she had to do. She pursed her lips and said, “I think I saw that silver hairpin melt just now.”
Song Jingchen nodded and tried his best to ignore the throbbing in his heart that had yet to subside. He turned around and picked up the hairpin again to heat it using the oil lamp.
Since it could be melted so easily, it was naturally not real silver jewelry. Song Jingchen couldn’t figure out what it was for the time being.
After heating it for nearly 15 minutes, he finally managed to take off the outer layer. Inside was a key the length of a finger.
Someone had melted the key into a liquid similar to silver and made a fake silver hairpin. If Song Jingchen hadn’t carefully compared the weight of the two hairpins earlier, he wouldn’t have discovered the trick.
“A key? What is it for?” Shen Yijia asked curiously.
Song Jingchen glanced at her silently, as if to say, “If you don’t know, how would I know?”
Shen Yijia rubbed her nose and stopped asking. She picked up the box and looked at it.
She first imitated Song Jingchen’s antics and looked inside and out. Then, she knocked around but still didn’t find anything. In the end, Shen Yijia gritted her teeth and placed it on the oil lamp to roast.
Song Jingchen’s eyelids twitched. He reached out to stop it, but the box started burning as soon as it came into contact with the fire, not giving him a chance to stop it.