"Huang Qingtian, go sleep on the sofa! I don't want to deal with you at all right now!" The vexed little woman, even though pressed down by Huang Qingtian and unable to move, still raised her little voice and yelled at him.
Unable to vent her frustrations with mere shouting, Mu Keren reached out her little claws and fiercely scratched at Huang Qingtian.
But such effort was akin to tickling Huang Qingtian.
With muscles as hard as stone from years of training, Huang Qingtian's body wasn't something that a little girl like her could injure, was it?
This action didn't elicit the slightest sign of pain from Huang Qingtian, but instead, it hurt her own little hands.
"Enough. Stop hitting; you're the one getting hurt!" Knowing the strength of his own body well, Huang Qingtian then caught her reddened little hand and kissed it by his lips.
That tender, doting look was not much different from usual.
Yet, it was this kiss that brought tears to Mu Keren.
