Zuo Qing, seeing that struggling had no effect, began to wriggle her little hand, starting to scratch people.
Cradling Ye Shaoting's head, she drew closer, and closer...
"Bang!" Her head suddenly collided with Ye Shaoting's, causing him to recoil from the pain, "Are you a dog or what?"
She looked so gentle and soft, how could she have such strength?
"Hehe..."
The mischievous Zuo Qing, who had just hit someone, smiled and gently rubbed his forehead with her hand.
Having been caught in a drizzle all the way, Zuo Qing's fingertips were ice-cold; the chilly touch on Ye Shaoting's forehead made him shiver from the cold.
In the dead of winter, her hands must be frozen to have that temperature, right?
Ye Shaoting frowned.
And just because he frowned, Zuo Qing, who was held in his arms, took offense, humming and tugging at his hair until that handsome head of hair was made a total mess.
It was as if the heavens had sent a Lei Zhenzi to set off an explosion right above his head.
