Having said that, he walked to one side.
Little Nuomi lifted her tear-stained delicate little face and said with a milky voice, "Uncle, you can hit me. But could you please be a little gentler, otherwise your hand will hurt."
The man snorted, carelessly wiped his hand on the ground, picking up some black ash, and smeared it across her fair and delicate little face.
"That's enough."
Little Nuomi, with a stunned cute look, asked, "Uncle, are you not going to hit me anymore?"
The man scowled nastily, "If you speak again, I'll beat you to death!"
Little Nuomi pouted and murmured softly, "Uncle is clearly a good person, why pretend to be a bad one?"
The man glared at her ferociously, and Little Nuomi gave a charming grin.
Landing a punch on cotton, the man took out his cell phone, used clothing to create a backdrop behind Little Nuomi, aimed the phone at her face, and took two photos, then sent them off.
