Bad romance?!
Poor Xing Liehuo, aside from his mother and his Nini, he's never even touched another woman's hand. Where would the bad romance come from?
His gaze turned cold, and he firmly patted her head, "Alright, silly."
"Lord, give the lady a smile!"
"Heh..."
With a tilted head and a grin on her face, Lian Qiao looked at Liehuo's slight smile, feeling incredibly satisfied inside. Her heart was at peace, more than ever before.
Success!
She had seen the Fire King of Hell's icy demeanor—like minus fifty degrees Celsius—it was no small feat for him to manage such a thievish smirk.
She wanted to laugh loudly toward the sky three times, ha ha ha!
Sighing, she slid down and grabbed his hand tightly. To her surprise, he grasped her hand in return.
So just like that, large hand and small hand intertwined.
Lian Qiao's face was lit up with smiles.
When the sky turned into a curtain of darkness, and the land slept under the moonlight,
