The child heard her words, his eyes widened, and his thick curly eyelashes trembled. His crimson lips slightly parted, looking at Lu Xiaoyou in disbelief.
His eyes seemed to silently ask:
Is it true?
Yourou, you didn't lie to me, did you?
"Youyou, you're so nice!" The child rubbed his cheek in her embrace.
Suddenly, "Bang!" A loud noise, like the sound of a door closing, shook everything in the room three times.
The child leaning against Lu Xiaoyou was startled, turning his head to look, Long Xiliang had already disappeared, and the tightly shut door completely muffled his presence.
"Liangliang is angry?" the child cautiously spoke.
Lu Xiaoyou tousled his fine fluffy hair, her eyes squinting slightly, seemingly enjoying the feeling of petting the child.
"Ignore him, he's just looking for trouble! Men should never be too troublesome; too much trouble, and they'll end up causing themselves harm!"
