Qian was simring with anger, but hearing him say that, she couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.
"Then show how aweso you are, let see."
Embarrassed and angry from her laughter, Yu Minglang grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, forcing her to look at him.
"Chen Xiaoi, you made mad. Today, I’m punishing you by making you cook for ."
That’s it for being impressive? So "frightening"!
"Why should I? You get upset over everything with your petty mind. I haven’t even punished you yet."
"Is this really being petty? What did I do? I sincerely called him, what’s wrong with that? Zheng Xu’s the one who couldn’t handle it himself; you can’t bla ."
"It’s just that Zheng Xu stayed calm. If it were , I’d bring a bunch of people over from far away to support, then let you take a hit, and I’d directly command my n to drive and block your way."
Qian genuinely felt guilty inside; Zheng Xu was invited by her, and Yu Minglang’s antics really hit Zheng Xu hard.
"Let him try blocking us; his car full of people, my brother would easily deal with them."
"...Are you worried that if you don’t brag, you’ll fade into obscurity? Even a hero can’t stand up to too many people; with so many of them, how would you fight?" Qian thought of his scratched neck and had him tilt his head for her to take a look.
In the end, he caught her hand, and they locked eyes for several seconds, which made her laugh.
Ashad and furious from her laughter, Yu Minglang pointed at her, "You little ingrate, co over here!"
"I’m not going over." Qian leaned against the window, softly humming a little tune. "Do you think it’s easy for ? Must’ve owed you in my last life; I’m nearly exhausted, yet I’m still hanging on~"
This song hasn’t been released yet; Qian humd it a few years early, and Yu Minglang thought the lody was catchy.
"Go get the dicine box, I’ll take care of the scratches on your neck. You really are sothing, such a big silly guy, don’t even know how to fight back? Look at the scratches you’ve got; who knows if her nails are clean..."
"No problem, just lick it for and it’ll be fine." Oh my, that scene, uncontrollably imagining it.
Qian flicked his forehead, "Stop joking around and hurry up!"
Yu Minglang couldn’t care less about this little injury; in training, he could handle way worse, but he didn’t want to miss out on spending quality ti with her, so he brought the dicine box and obediently tilted his neck for her to treat him.
"Your skin’s a bit dry."
Her soft hand touching him felt especially good, and Yu Minglang half-closed his eyes. Qian thought his expression of enjoynt looked a bit like a husky that’s happy when being petted, but thinking about it is enough; can’t say it, or he’d be embarrassed and angry.
"Been drinking less water lately." As a grown man, he doesn’t particularly care about this kind of care; being clean is enough, never putting anything on his face.
"That’s no good; aging quickly. You should drink water when it’s ti. When I was newly trained, the instructor said—forget it, not ntioning him."
Qian thought talking about this while spending ti together was pretty boring.
"What did he say?" Yu Minglang sat up straight.
"He said won are made of water, don’t need to drink water."
"Fine, I’ll have him roll in the mud all day tomorrow since n are made of mud." Yu Minglang said ominously.
"He’s there with you?"
Seeing him like this, Qian couldn’t say she wasn’t touched; it’d be a lie. He’s not there, yet he’s constantly paying attention to her.
Since he’s done this much, she can’t be slack about it either. The issue with Zheng Xu really needs to be properly discussed with Yu Minglang, seriously this ti, not just to annoy him.
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