Lin Jiaojiao wasn't upset because of the sudden fierceness; instead, she found Yan Sihan's behavior quite adorable.
She suddenly began to regret having said so much earlier. It seemed that she always ended up speaking without thinking when she was around him.
"Yan Sihan, Jiaojiao spoke wrongly. Jiaojiao apologizes to you." Saying this, she attempted to tiptoe and gently kissed his soft thin lips.
Fearing she might get too attached, she withdrew as if her lips were a dragonfly skimming the water, not lingering too long.
"Behave, Jiaojiao. I'll come back before my grandmother's birthday celebration. It's not too far away. Just be patient for a few more days. I'll make it up to you when I return."
The words were somewhat suggestive in her ears, and she couldn't help but tease, "So..."
After the statement, the man didn't react at all; his face remained cold, while she, on the other hand, blushed.
