Mo Ruyue stretched out her hand and pinched Da Bao's cheek. Just as she wished, she saw the hostility dissipated, leaving only a stunned and confused expression.
"What the hell!"
Da Bao's face was pinched until it was deformed. His mouth opened wide, and his words began to sound unclear. He wanted to reach out to slap Mo Ruyue's hand away, but he didn't expect that she would slap his hand away instead.
"You're still so young, then why are you always pulling a long face like an old man?"
She then reached out her other hand and pinched the other side of his face as well, forcing a smile for him.
Mo Ruyue looked at her own masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction. This was still acceptable.
Da Bao struggled in pain. His hands flapped and finally slapped away Mo Ruyue's hands, but a few red fingerprints were left on his face.
