Wen Xian still lay in Lu Xiao's embrace, humming and cooing, acting coquettishly and ingratiatingly.
That scene made the little rascal realize the reality, and with a whimper, he sat down on the ground with his tail drooping.
His round, pitch-black eyes looked at the pair with a plaintive expression.
Yet Wen Xian, resting her head on Lu Xiao's shoulder, looked back at it with a hooked lip, revealing a somewhat evil smile.
It immediately sent the little rascal spinning twice on the ground with distress.
As if deeply struck.
Lu Xiao had no idea about her little antics, her childishness, and instead slightly turned his head and said sternly to her, "You are not allowed to do that again."
The moment he said that, Wen Xian didn't dare to ask further, pecking like a chicken, "I won't, I won't, just now that was a misunderstanding, Sang Nian is just like a younger brother in my eyes."
"Even a younger brother is not okay!"