Mu Yingchen lowered his head to look at the frowning person in his arms, his lips curving involuntarily. Then he reached out to soothe the crease between her brows.
"How's my charm?" he pulled her closer into his embrace, his magnetic voice tinged with a hint of a smile.
Su Wanxia rolled her eyes inwardly and pursed her lips, muttering in a low voice, "Great, terribly great!" Though her words praised him, inwardly she was cursing Mu Yingchen to death—every name from 'beast' to 'hooligan' was thrown at him.
How could Mu Yingchen not hear the true meaning behind her words? But watching her frustrated expression, he couldn't help but suppress a chuckle, his chest quivering continuously.
Su Wanxia was angry, yet he laughed!
"Mu Yingchen! You're a jerk!" She raised her foot and aimed a kick at him, but it lacked strength and felt more like a tickle to Mu Yingchen.
"Yeah, I am a jerk!" Mu Yingchen put his chin on top of her head, his smile unwavering.
