After crying in Xiao Yan's arms for a while, Liuli's temper had eased considerably. Only then did she realize that people surrounded them on all sides, all staring intently at her.
Her sobs gradually weakened from embarrassment, replaced by her delicate body beginning to tremble slightly from shame.
Xiao Yan held the young girl by the waist, a gentle smile on his face as he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? Done crying?"
"Let go of me!" Liuli bit her red lips tightly and squirmed in Xiao Yan's arms, trying to break free from his embrace.
But without Dou Qi, and not truly angry to begin with, how could she possibly escape Xiao Yan's clutches? After struggling for quite some time, she merely ended up being held in a different position by Xiao Yan, now facing everyone.
Zi Yan curled up on the bed, covering her mouth as she snickered. Chi Ling was held by Ping'er and lay by the bedside; both little fellows watched curiously. Liu Yun rested one hand against her cheek, wearing an indulgent smile. As for Nalan Yanran, she stared blankly at the two of them. Her expression could not be seen, but the trembling teacup in her hand kept spilling tea, betraying the emotions in her heart.
"You two really are getting more and more creative," even Old Yao, who had never acted his age, drawled with a teasing remark.
Liuli lowered her head, trembling all over, wishing she could crawl under the bed immediately.
"Cough, cough..." Xiao Yan coughed dryly a few times. Seeing that the young girl was about to shut herself off completely, he stopped teasing her and released the hand restraining her.
"You're the worst! I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
The instant she was