"Honey, why are you crying? I haven't even picked on you yet," Mu Chen said, his face changing.
"Now you're thinking about picking on me," Qi Qiangwei stated seriously.
"Honey, don't even try to trick me. If I let go of you, I'd be done for," Mu Chen said earnestly.
"I'm already crying, and you still want to pick on me!"
"If I get up, I'll be tortured to death by you, and besides, honey, I just like picking on you," Mu Chen said, kissing Qi Qiangwei directly.
"You rogue, if you dare to do anything to me, I'm going to fight you."
However, Mu Chen didn't listen and kept advancing step by step. Even if Qi Qiangwei resisted, Mu Chen pressed on fiercely, and the two truly rolled in the sheets in the midst of their raging battle.
...
The night rushed past, but it was exceptionally calm, eerily calm with no one coming to bother Mu Chen, nor any sound of wind rustling through the grass.
