Zhiyuan carried her in his arms while she refused to meet his eyes after how he forced her to say out loud her deepest secret she wanted to hide. He placed her on the couch and climbed on top of her. "Yes, Mrs. Han. Do you wish I lie on the couch instead?"
Her mouth twitched. She turned her head away, clearly still visibly embarrassed.
Zhiyuan tried to hold in his laughter. "You and Siying look so adorable when you are angry. The mother-son pair resembles each other so much~ The way you two puff your cheeks is the same."
She didn't respond and continued giving him the cold shoulder.
Then Xinyi felt warmer and warmer as he bent closer to her. The ceiling view was almost blocked by his tall figure. He let out a helpless sigh near her ear. "I feel wronged, Xinyi."
She wanted to clap at his shamelessness.
I am the one who is wronged here! How in the world are you suffering!?
