"Little rascal, what's the matter now?"
Upon entering the bedroom, Huang Qingtian saw the little troublemaker lying on the bed.
Sitting down beside the bed, Huang Qingtian wanted to wrap his arm around her shoulder to pull her into a comforting embrace, but who would have thought that the little rascal would wriggle free?
"Huang Qingtian, you actually got angry with me just for a little complaint, and even gave me the cold shoulder!"
After shrugging off Huang Qingtian's large hand, that's how the little troublemaker accused him.
Perhaps due to her overly excited emotions, the veins on her little face were popping out.
Seeing her in this state, Huang Qingtian was also anxious.
But every time he tried to touch her, she would dodge backward.
Her behavior was as if she treated Huang Qingtian like he was the plague.
