Hearing Qian'er blurt out a term of endearment she had always been too shy to say, Zhao Rong felt relieved, but, being careless, he went a bit too far. Seeing her so agitated now, he cleared his throat subtly and let go of her hand as if nothing happened, lightly patting it, as if saying, "Let's pretend nothing happened, okay?"
Ahem, what did this young master come downstairs to do?
Stopped on the staircase, with his arms around the little beauty, Zhao Rong looked guiltily around, not daring to meet the splendid expression on Qian'er's face at this moment.
Doing this sort of thing in the stairway late at night, Zhao Rong felt utterly ashamed and deeply reflected on himself.
Then, the little girl who had regained her composure started to 'punch and kick', and 'bite and pinch' him vigorously. Zhao Rong stood still, holding her in his arms, letting Qian'er vent her frustrations without resisting because, after all, he had just bullied her a bit too much.
