"I wouldn't be that harsh," Sang Qiao's clear eyes fixated on him. Her little face the size of a palm turned pink under the sunlight, her cherry-red little mouth opening and closing.
Hearing these words, the man let out a low chuckle. The gaze on her face grew more intense, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, "Being gentle won't help."
[Sister Qiao is all about completing the task, while Brother Li is all about Sister Qiao.]
[Ha ha ha, I was quite moved by the two stories Sister Qiao told, but after Brother Li analyzed it, the tears I had just started to cry all went back in.]
[Let everyone have a good laugh, my wife's words and deeds are a bit brutal, I'll discipline her properly when we get home tonight.]
[Do you even know what you're saying up there! Do you want to be added to Brother Li's hit list?]
Sang Qiao felt uncomfortable under his gaze and increasingly believed his gentleness to be fake. If she really dared to strike, she feared her end wouldn't be far away.
