Not only did Duan Yue not release her, he even grasped Qiao Mu's small hand with both his hands. He lowered his head abruptly and cried bitterly, "Qiaoqiao, how could you trick me like this!"
You should've told me earlier that you didn't want to be friends but be husband and wife instead!
"Let, her, go!" Mo Lian thwacked Duan Yue's arms twice.
However, Qiao Mu quickly said, "Don't hit him, he's already crying. He looks rather pitiful and miserable."
Mo Lian: …
As she spoke, Qiao Mu stroked Duan Yue's head again. "Alright, alright, don't cry, you!"
