Seeing that she was still being angry by herself, Mu Yazhe's lips could not help but arch into a smile.
Yun Shishi thought that there was a deeper meaning behind his smile. She mistakenly assumed that he was up to no good or that he was unhappy with her delicateness; thus, she quickly put on a flattering smile to probe. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing!" Rubbing her forelocks with his big palm without restraint, the man asked with a charming smile, "Are you still angry?"
She snorted. "I just wanted to hear you sing. It's such a small wish, but you wouldn't even grant it."
He examined her seriously, seemingly in disdain.
Her face darkened completely. "You must be tone-deaf; that's why you refused to sing!"
The man raised a brow. "Even if I were tone deaf, I bet I could sing better than you."
