With that thought, he poked her forehead with his finger, looking fierce on his face, yet the force of his touch...
Tsk tsk, it was lighter than a flirt.
"Damn it, I'm going to the Women's Federation to report you for domestic violence!"
"I haven't even started being violent yet... Want to see violent?"
"Xing Liehuo, you owe me an apology!" Lian Qiao looked at him with pleading, wronged eyes, putting on quite the act.
But—
Inside, her heart was blooming with joy.
After a long while—
Seeing her pitiful act, the Master Xing couldn't keep it up, his icy gaze warming, "Apologies are off the table, but, I can grant you a request..."
"Deal!"
Looking at him, Lian Qiao smiled like a sly fox.
She giggled as she hooked her hand around his neck, bringing her lips, now restored in color, close to his ear and whispered softly.
"I want you to..."
