"Who was it? It definitely wasn't me who said that!"
Ning Rongrong snuggled deeper into his embrace, wrapped both arms around his waist, and said with a haughty air:
"If you don't believe me, Husband-Brother, you can ask Sister Xue Na, Sister Lingling, Sister Xiao Wu, Sister Chenxiang, and Zhu Zhuqing! It definitely wasn't me who said that just now!"
Amused by her shameless denial, Su Yu lightly brushed a fingertip across the tip of her nose:
"And you still say it wasn't you? Someone was puffing up her cheeks in anger just now, almost turning them into little steamed buns."
Ning Rongrong buried her face against his clothes, her voice muffled:
"That's because you never do what I want, Husband-Brother..."
"All right, all right, I'll stop teasing you." Su Yu ruffled her hair, his tone softening.
"We can go to the beast arena, but you have to follow my arrangements. No running around, and definitely no going near the fighting grounds. Understood?"
"Yes, yes! I'll do whatever you say, Husband-Brother!"
Ning Rongrong immediately raised her head, her eyes sparkling. All her earlier temper had vanished, and her lips curved into a crescent moon.
"I knew you were the best, Husband-Brother!"
Xue Na and the others beside them could not stop laughing at the sight. Ye Lingling teased:
"Rongrong changes her expression faster than turning the pages of a book."
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue. Far from feeling embarrassed, she nestled even closer into Su Yu's embrace.
She gently rubbed the top of her head against Su Yu's chin, like a kitten seeking affection.
Her whole manner said, "I have someone backing me up," drawing another round of chuckles from everyone.
The beast arena sold admission tickets, and Su Yu had Salas obtain seven VIP tickets from the arena!