With both arms wrapped around his waist, she stuck onto his torso and said, "Master, it's nothing. Don't be angry. I put in the wrong movie."
Her voice was soft and pleasing to the ear, clearly sounding comforting.
"Trust me, I really put in the wrong movie."
Don't be angry, I'll have a Little Princess for you.
She thought, if all else does not work, bringing out the Little Princess should solve the issue.
It was as if Ye Ling's fury met a block of ice. Shen Qianshu's voice sounded like it came from afar, and the devil enclosed in his heart was growling. He was like a Dragon Knight giving his all to block the devil, being beaten up close to death yet never backing down.
Just then, someone tapped on the devil's head lightly and gave it a smile. He watched as the devil fell to its knees and was tamed. Ye Ling's breath slowed down, and his heart returned to its normal state.
