"Ouch..." Ning Xixi clutched her forehead, crying out pitifully.
Qiao Nancheng, looking as if he had committed a grave sin, quickly took a step back and sneaked a glance at Ning Xixi, apologizing uneasily, "I'm... I'm... sorry..."
"I'm telling you, you better go on a diet! Look at you, all muscles, as burly as an ox..." Ning Xixi poked his robust chest muscles hard, "Even bigger than a girl's chest!"
Qiao Nancheng pursed his lips, his handsome face turning visibly red at a rapid pace.
"Don't... don't talk like... that..." he struggled to say.
"Hmph!" Ning Xixi made a face at him, "No fighting! No causing trouble! Don't just come looking for me whenever! Otherwise, I'll beat you up!"
She waved her little fist threateningly.
From afar, the scene looked rather comical.
A petite figure daring to flaunt power before a hulking figure.
Yet, that hulking figure actually shrunk his neck in fear, obediently nodding.
