Qin Yi turned to look at An'an's slightly seductive expression, feeling somewhat conflicted.
Thanks to Sage Mode, he saw through this little black-bellied girl's intentions.
She was just waiting for him to say he wanted to do something naughty, then put on a stern face and give him a righteous scolding.
That was one hundred percent what she had planned. There was no need to doubt it.
But how had he offended her, for her to trade one thing for another like this?
Qin Yi had not figured it out for the moment, but his mouth produced the standard answer anyway. "You look so pitiful and delicate. If I threw one punch, you might cry for a very long time... then you'd have all the pearls you wanted, wouldn't you?"
"?" An'an's eyes flew wide with fury.
Qin Yi took a step back.
Seeing how cowardly he looked, An'an knew he was only teasing her. She quickly composed herself and pressed close again. "Would Sir really bear to hit An'an? If you truly have the heart to be so cruel, then hit me."
As she spoke, she closed her eyes and slightly raised her head, looking as though she were waiting for him to slap her. No matter how one looked at that expression, she was heartbreakingly pitiful. Let alone Qin Yi—even those burly men who caught clams in the South Sea would not have had the heart to hit her...
Qin Yi said helplessly, "It was a joke, just a joke... How could I bear to hit you..."
Tears shimmered in An'an's eyes. "Sir does not even need to hit me. As long as you say you want to see An'an cry, An'an's heart will break, and she'll cry."
Those words made Qin Yi's heart twitch.
Such a Qiong