Li Chenyang reached out to her and caressed the back of her head. She blinked up at him in surprise, perplexed by his behavior.
"When you're in Hanjian, you'll write to me, right?" Li Chenyang questioned, though it came out as a soft command.
Li Xueyue tilted her head. His voice was gentle, but his words sounded threatening.
"Of course," Li Xueyue mused with a tiny smile. He seemed hesitant over her answer as if he found it difficult to believe she would. She saw the crease of his brows.
'Was it what I said earlier? About hurting Minghua if she hurt me? I thought Chen-ge would be used to this by now…' she thought to herself.
"You have to be careful of what you share," Li Chenyang said. He retracted his hand from her head and presented a wry smile. "If the wrong ears catch wind of it, your tongue won't be the only thing cut off."
