"What's wrong? Are you cursing me?"
"...Idiotic woman, where would I have the nerve to curse you?"
"Then what are you saying?"
"..."
Pouting, she looked at him. Under such a halation, his dark eyes glinted like obsidian, filled with a direct, heart-piercing penetrating power and a smile. He looked at her with a gaze that was neither too light nor too heavy, and Zhan Se couldn't help but huff in resignation. She was about to give him a sincere punch when the man suddenly chuckled and pinched her cheek, then turned around, crouched down in front of her, and patted his own shoulder.
"Get on! I'll carry you back."
Zhan Se paused for a moment.
