Ling Hua listened as Yan Qing's words sounded like praise but not quite like praise, with a hint of gnashing teeth.
She quickly soothed him, "Brother, we agreed, no getting angry."
Yan Qing wanted to say, who agreed with you? But his anger had long since passed, and with time and circumstance having changed, his fondness for her had grown, naturally he wouldn't be angry now. What's more, if it hadn't been for her various schemes, the person holding her now wouldn't be him.
He actually felt a bit like thanking his face for catching her eye.
He hummed, "Just stay still and let me hold you, then I won't be angry."
Ling Hua obediently nodded, "Okay."
If it weren't for his seasickness, and if he wasn't treating her like a pillow and a cure, his words would have set her heart racing.
