Song Chuyi watched her deeply for a few seconds, stroked her head and pulled her back into his embrace.
Smelling his manly smell, Changqing's eyes turned hot as she said with a pout, "What's wrong with you? Are you worried about me? It's okay; I'm up from my slumber and I'm mentally prepared. If she wants to scold me, so be it. In any case… she won't hit me, right? Even if she wants to, I'll let her. It actually doesn't hurt but if it's going to be a heavy blow, you'll have to stop her a little…"
"Silly." Song Chuyi caught her chattering little mouth and kissed her insatiably.
Changqing's eyes moistened in no time as she held his arms, lifting her little head up high.
When she fell yesterday, when she saw Dai Ai full of blood, she was fearful and at a loss. She was afraid Song Chuyi would hate her and find her clumsy, making his house restless.