"Ah!" Suddenly, Chen Hao fell off the sofa, his limbs facing the ground as he crashed onto the floor with a pained cry, a bump swelling on the right side of his forehead.
Ye Yuqiao turned over, first chuckling at Chen Hao sprawled on the ground, then gently scolded, "Annoying! Who falls on his queen like that?"
"It really hurts!" Chen Hao whined, then slowly turned over, his face a picture of extreme pain and grievance.
Ye Yuqiao giggled again, reaching out to pinch Chen Hao's face, she asked, "Jerk, are you feeling sorry for yourself again?"
Chen Hao stuck out his tongue at Ye Yuqiao, questioning, "Your Majesty, why have you suddenly become so childish today?"
Ye Yuqiao's bright eyes suddenly widened, as if containing springs of water, she asked softly, "Don't you like me this way?"
"I like it, I like you any way you are!" Chen Hao blurted out.
"Really?"
"Really!" Chen Hao raised his eyebrows at Ye Yuqiao, as if to tease her.