"What?"
"Your tears! When you cry, I'm a bit at a loss."
"Fine. Then if you're ever mean to me, I'll just cry for you to see." An Hao looked at him with a teasing gleam in her eye, her words carrying a hint of coquetry.
Qin Jian had seen An Hao in her gentle moments, her fiery ones, and her shy ones, but this was the first time he had seen her act with such girlish charm.
But then again, she was only around eighteen or nineteen years old, so it was normal for her to act a little spoiled.
Watching her look like a wronged young bride, An Hao melted his heart.
"If I'm ever mean to you in the future, you just be mean right back to me!" Qin Jian raised his hand to ruffle her hair, but then again, how could he bear to be harsh with her.
"I don't want to... I just want you to feel guilty... and then pamper me..." After saying this, An Hao rested her head on his shoulder, weary, and closed her eyes.