Watching Xia Yuxun puffing her cheeks in anger, her eyes bulging, she looked just like a miniature fire-breathing dragon, and Leng Sichen suppressed a laugh as he reached out to tousle her soft hair.
Xia Yuxun, I'm very happy. I've never been this happy before.
In the past decades, every morning when I woke up, I was confused and exhausted, but now I'm very happy.
And I know, this happiness that doesn't belong to me was stolen.
"Ah! Disaster!" Xia Yuxun suddenly screamed and lifted her head, slamming it right into Leng Sichen's forehead.
In an instant, all the ambiguity vanished.
"Hiss—have you practiced the Iron Head Skill?"
"Ah! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Xia Yuxun frantically massaged the spot where he was hit.
"Force is mutual, Xia Yuxun!"
"It's alright, I've practiced the Iron Head Skill! Hehe..." Xia Yuxun chuckled dryly.
"That, Achen... uh, sorry I got it wrong again! President, I didn't go home last night, does my dad know I've messed up again?"
