For the first time, he seemed afraid to meet her eyes. The corners of his lips moved slightly, and he said in a small voice, "All right."
Su Qiao's eyes lit up. She hurried over, carefully extending a finger to poke him. "So hard."
It felt pretty good.
Curious, she poked him again, her face filled with wonder. "You really do have eight-pack abs."
The moment her fingertip touched his abdomen, Huo Sihan's muscles tensed.
It was as if every piece of flesh and every cell in his body were churning and boiling.
A scorching current surged upward like a rocket, shooting straight toward his head. His entire body flushed red like a boiled shrimp.
His nose suddenly felt hot, as if something were about to burst out.
He instinctively covered his nose, his whole body burning with agitation.
Before he could say anything, he turned around and vaulted out of the pool, bracing himself against the edge. He fled in a panic as though someone were chasing him.
"..." Su Qiao looked at her empty fingertips, then raised her head to stare at the figure running away. She was stunned.
Was he... embarrassed?
Ahahaha, the Great Demon King was way too funny. She had only poked his abs twice, yet he had actually been unable to stop his nosebleed from spurting.
Hahaha, that pathetic look of his—this was the first time she had ever seen it. She really wanted to record it and let him admire it properly later.
Su Qiao did find it funny, but...
"No recording."
Even if her man made a fool of himself, she was the only one allowed to see it.
Fine, she wouldn't record him. Anyway, at this rate, he would have plenty of chances to get nosebleeds in the future.
He had