And he did all this, just to make her happy—
Never mind! Never mind!
She wasn't the petty kind of girl, and if she really made a fuss, wouldn't Miss Yi be ecstatic to death?
With a smile, the gloom cleared, and her mood brightened. She also smiled, clenching her delicate fingers and spreading them open, then, seizing the opportunity when he was unprepared, she lunged at him and exclaimed.
"You rascal, take this, Southern Dipper Waterfowl Fist."
"You little beast, that hurts!"
Xing Liehuo suddenly grabbed her hand, then, with a laugh he couldn't suppress, embraced her in his arms, sighed, and lowered his head to nuzzle the top of her head with his chin.
"Little Nini, your husband is going to take you to a place—"
The warmth on the top of her head breathed closer, the man's voice still deep and magnetically husky, but Lian Qiao bit her lower lip hard, moved several times but didn't know what to say.
