Murong: "..."
"Don't touch me like that, it makes me feel like I'm a little puppy." Although he's a dog, he's not a real dog.
"You are though," Su Yinhe said with an even gentler smile.
Murong: "????"
"You! You're going too far! I'm angry now," Murong slammed the table and stood up.
"Go ahead and get angry, get as mad as you want," Su Yinhe made a heart gesture at him.
"You..." Murong rolled his eyes.
And fell straight backward.
Su Yinhe: "????"
Damn!
Did he faint from anger?
"You... hey! Did you really faint?" Su Yinhe was just about to check his breathing.
"Gotcha!"
Su Yinhe's hand had just reached out when Murong sprang up.
"Hehehe! Fooled you, didn't I. Teehee." Murong made a face at her.
Su Yinhe: "..."
Ugh, acting like a real jerk.
Su Yinhe smiled slightly and started to rough him up.
Honestly, if she didn't hit Murong at least once a day, her hands would itch.
