"Let go!"
Yan Sihan couldn't help but frown slightly, as the young girl had a good bite, a faint pain coming from his bones, and the fingertips were soft and warm.
Being scolded like this, Lin Jiaojiao didn't seem to want to let go, and for a moment, they were deadlocked, but she unconsciously relaxed her grip a little.
It was like a cat that had been poked and bitten, stubborn after being scolded, and her round apricot eyes stared at the man, her eyelashes trembling lightly, especially her small and exquisite nose, which made her seem a little fierce.
How could this be the gentle and dignified Regent King's Consort seen in public?
It was convincing someone would believe she was a three-and-a-half-year-old child.
He couldn't help but find it a bit funny, leaning close to the young girl's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his gentle voice sounding, "Jiaojiao likes this Prince so much? Unwilling to let go?"
