The family of three vanished as if by magic, and Gu Xiaoer was still in a daze.
"Da Luoluo, what score do you have to settle with me?" Batting her big eyes, she tried to act cute. Please, don't make me compensate you with money, okay?
Han Luoli arched his eyebrows. A gentle night breeze blew past, some strands of hair falling across his eyes, making them look deep and misty. He surveyed her from head to toe, his profound eyes twinkling with a dark light, fervent and intense.
"What did you say? What did you agree to again?" Han Luoli advanced toward her step by step, his scorching breath heating up the girl's delicate little face, a bit resentful and a bit dangerous.
"Ah?"
"Do I need to remind you here, you little brat!" As he finished speaking, the man's large hand reached out to pinch her face.
"Ah—stay calm!"
