"I believe you, I believe you, okay?"
Deng Xinhe leaned forward again. "Can we discuss something?"
Qin Xi kicked him angrily. "Don't be so close. Your cheap perfume smells really bad! It's suffocating me!"
Deng Xinhe's horse seemed to be frightened. It raised its front hooves and jumped. It even snorted. Deng Xinhe was so frightened that he quickly wrapped his arms around the horse's neck and comforted it in a panic.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. She didn't kick you. She kicked me. It's me. Why are you angry?"
Xia Tangxin and Fu Lan looked at each other and saw helplessness and disdain in each other's eyes. How could Xi like such a clown?
After finally appeasing the horse, Deng Xinhe felt his back drenched in cold sweat.
He looked at Qin Xi resentfully. "Can you be gentler to me in the future? Every time I see you, I feel like I have arrhythmia. My heart isn't good. I'm afraid I'll pass away if I come a few more times."