He stroked her long hair and, looking down at her for a moment, sighed softly before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Zhan Xiaoyao..."
"Hmm?"
"Stop crying!"
"Hmm... I don't want to either..."
Forcing a smile even uglier than her tears, Zhan Se rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and softly called out to him.
"Fourth Brother..."
"Ah! Look at you, acting like a little wife. It's killing me. Sweetheart, stop shedding those golden tears, yeah? Today, I'll grant you a special privilege. Whatever you say, I will agree to it—just as long as you're happy. Even if it means imitating Ah Meow and meowing isn't a problem!"
Though he spoke with repressed emotion, the corners of his mouth kept turning up.
Speaking truthfully, he really liked when Zhan Se showed her vulnerable side in front of him. Especially when she cried and threw herself into his arms, begging for him—it almost made him want to swallow her whole to keep her with him.
