The man's forceful comfort gradually calmed Jiayi down.
Her complaints and indignation in her heart disappeared without a trace.
Finally, Jiayi's lips moved slightly, and she softly replied, "I understand. Let go of me."
He raised an eyebrow but still shackled her slender wrist tightly.
She took a sharp breath, her tone somewhat coquettish, "You're holding my hand, it hurts."
Only then did he release her hand.
She quickly jumped up from his lap like a rabbit, taking the opportunity to escape.
"Where are you going?" The man was not very pleased with her rapid departure.
Jiayi pointed to the coffee cup, her little face regaining its playfulness, "The coffee has gotten cold, I'll brew you another cup."
He knew she was not angry anymore, his lips pursed, revealing a rare hint of a smile, "You're not going to poison me, are you?"
"It's possible," she said, twisting her slender waist and walking out.
*
The day's schedule was over.
