"No, getting angry isn't good, so after you hit me, don't be angry anymore."
"Fine, you asked for it!" "Fine, you asked for it!" Han Yingying clenched her fist and threw a punch at Shen Mosheng's chest, her complaint tinged with annoyance.
"Shen Mosheng, you did that on purpose, you must have."
"Sorry, I—I didn't mean to..." Shen Mosheng stammered awkwardly, his handsome face turning a slight red, "Do you want to hit my face? It's softer."
Looking at his handsome face so close to her, Han Yingying suddenly laughed, extended her small hand to pat it, and nodded in satisfaction, "The texture's not bad."
"Not angry anymore?" Seeing her smile at last, Shen Mosheng's tense heart eased.
"Getting angry with a straight male steel like you, I'd end up dead sooner or later." Han Yingying rolled her eyes at him, schooling him with utmost seriousness.
"Only I can touch this face of yours, you're not allowed to let other women touch it, got it?"
"Got it."
"Good, big sis likes you."