Zhuo Junyue, listening to her, gritted his teeth. The little thing's body had just barely recovered, he couldn't behave so brutishly.
He tried to keep his voice steady, "Little thing, be good, you should leave. Uncle is fine, it's no big deal if he takes a cold shower."
If it were any other time, Zhuo Junyue would never chat with her like this, he has always preferred being direct.
At this time, words were superfluous.
Su Ningyan, hearing his voice, didn't leave but instead moved a bit closer.
"Uncle, I…I fear you would break."
Isn't it said that if you hold back too much, it would affect you?
Plus, Su Ningyan felt a bit compassionate for him, he had already taken quite a few cold showers.
Zhuo Junyue held her shoulders, preventing her from coming closer, he gently put some distance between them, "Little thing, be good, don't fuss."
"I don't care, I want, I want to…"
