Tang Ye and Shui Qingdie were returning from the riverside when the little dragonfly, whom Shui Qingdie had just sent away, saw them and immediately scampered up, rushing towards Tang Ye, asking to be held in his arms.
Shui Qingdie was annoyed and scolded, "Qingting, how old are you to still want to be held?"
After speaking with Tang Ye for a while, Shui Qingting gradually let go, no longer playing coy, openly displaying her usual indulgence mixed with strictness towards the little dragonfly in front of Tang Ye.
The little dragonfly used to listen to Shui Qingdie's words, but now her heart was more inclined towards Tang Ye, not afraid of offending her sister and still clinging to Tang Ye, looking at him with pitiful eyes.
Tang Ye, smiling, patted her little head and picked her up, and she triumphant, made a face at Shui Qingdie and giggled.
Shui Qingdie bit her lip and scolded, "You're a girl, why are you acting like a stubborn cow!"
