"Alright, don't be mad anymore,"
Zhao Rong said softly to Qing Jun, who had his back turned to him.
Lingfei remained still, her pretty face coldly watching the stream fall off the cliff, unwilling to look back at the increasingly mischievous Rong'er.
Actually, she had initially been embarrassed and had wanted to run away, just like before. However, at the poetry gathering earlier, after she had pulled him back, she had whispered to Rong'er not to throw tantrums anymore.
So, she couldn't bear to leave him and run away.
But the moment Lingfei thought about how Zhao Rong had eaten the green plum she had bitten, her cheeks flushed hotly—it was all covered in her saliva... You, you don't mind?
Looking at Qing Jun's back, Zhao Rong was somewhat frustrated as he sighed.
"Ah, Qing Jun, it was my oversight, not considering your feelings. I was wrong, too selfish... Here, this is for you; I've bitten it. Eat this, and we'll be even," he said.
