How could he make her so angry?
"You can, but you must kiss me." He shamelessly demanded.
"In your dreams!" Even though, given their relationship, kissing him wasn't a big deal, she hated being threatened.
Besides, he made her so angry.
"Then I will keep this painting for myself to admire?" Qi Cheng lifted his head again. Although Ji Yunhuan couldn't get the painting, she could cover his eyes. She used both hands to block his sight. "Can't you just give it back to me? I'm really getting mad."
If she weren't someone who didn't like crying, she would have cried by now.
Qi Cheng reached out his other hand and pulled her into his arms, his voice soft, "I'll give it back to you. Let go of me."
Facing his compromise, Ji Yunhuan released her hands. He placed the painting in her hands. "Don't tear it up."
"I insist!"
"Then go ahead and tear it up. I can always paint another one." His embrace was broad, holding her felt like being enveloped by the ocean.
