Xing Jiu 'an was suddenly pulled into her arms, and he was still a little confused.
She gently patted Lu zhichen's back.
The little girl, who had never been good at coaxing people, only knew how to say those two sentences and Pat him on the back to comfort him.
There was a smile in Lu zhichen's eyes that Xing Jiu 'an couldn't see, but his voice sounded as if he had been greatly wronged.
"You thought I was just playing around." He complained.
"I was wrong, I was wrong." Xing Jiu 'an quickly apologized.
"You still think I'm a Playboy ..."
"You're not, you're not,"
"You still don't like me ..."
"I ... Cough, I really didn't like you back then." Xing Jiu 'an could not lie. In reality, if it were not for Lu zhichen's entanglement, they would have been two parallel lines that would never meet each other in their lives, let alone be together.
"..." He didn't even know how to coax her properly. As expected, she was his little girl!
