After giving it some thought, the little girl threw herself into his arms, proudly saying to him with a tinge of coyness, "I won't change my mind... hmm, even if I do, Han, you can snatch me away! Qian said that if there's a treasure in front of you and you don't take it, then you're a big fool."
He has not yet forgotten that delicate voice. This treasure, he eventually took by force and brought it by his side.
Not because she was obedient, but because he wanted to.
"Jiaojiao, what did you call me before?"
"...Ah?" Lin Jiaojiao's eyes involuntarily shifted to the right, trying to avoid his gaze.
No matter how she evades, his gaze still traces her face.
"Hmm?" The man's voice was pleasantly patient, yet carried a hint of urgency.
After pursing her lips slightly, she spoke, "Han... brother..."
The voice was very soft, soft to the point where even Lin Jiaojiao couldn't hear it clearly. Using the past form of address felt slightly embarrassing.
"What?"
