But upon hearing Huang Qingtian's words, the little figure who had just been happily nestled in his arms immediately lifted her head.
Soon, those drowsy, bewildered eyes began to sharpen.
And then, she raised her foot and kicked at Huang Qingtian…
Of course, such a small effort hardly counted for anything. To Huang Qingtian, it felt no different from a tickle.
But to win the favor of a particular little rascal, Huang Qingtian still acted as if it was very painful.
"You little brat, what are you getting angry about now?" Weren't you just cuddling in my arms a moment ago?
How come in the blink of an eye, you look like you want to tear apart my very bones, Huang Qingtian?
However, Huang Qingtian's pretended pain not only failed to win over the little lady but also made her hit him even harder…
"You little scoundrel, what are you doing?"
Huang Qingtian, unable to hit back, was directly chased onto the bed.
