The Little Fatty Pig expressed a desire not to speak to the old pervert who drove during the day and gifted him a roll of her eyes.
But her eye-roll was soft and lacked any real power, instead carrying a hint of playful coyness that made the old pervert's heart warm.
Xi Jiu's smile gradually faded. He gently rubbed Ruan Qi's cheek with his fingertips, then held the back of her neck, pulling her towards him.
A kiss lightly landed on Ruan Qi's brow.
Ruan Qi was momentarily stunned, and as she was still coming to her senses, Xi Jiu touched her face again.
This touch carried endless affection and comfort. The man seemed to be using his own way to reassure her, telling her not to be afraid.
Ruan Qi couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth.
She reached out to embrace Xi Jiu's neck, affectionately rubbing her face against his.
"Jiujiu," she spoke softly, "I'm not afraid. With you, Master, Dad, and Mom around, I'm not scared."
Xi Jiu gave a low 'mm'.
