Liuli giggled, "I meant to say, Miss, if you didn't hold back, then you would really end up with stickers all over you."
Yan Qing turned his head to look at Ling Hua, who had been in his arms all this time without changing her posture even once. Through the thin fabric, her waist was so slender that it felt scorching to the touch when he first held her, and it took a tremendous act of will to barely keep from showing his discomposure, continually reminding himself to think of it as holding a block of wood. But she wasn't wood, after all, which made him feel a warmth in his chest, burning intensely.
Ling Hua admitted, "Liuli is not wrong. My mother did tell me that."
She raised a smiling face, "So, brother, since you've seen through me, make sure you don't get a sticker on your face."
Yan Qing harrumphed.
Therefore, everyone continued to play.
