Qin Hao let Zhao Mengke hammer him for a while. Although it didn't hurt at all, he still pretended to be in heart-wrenching pain, covering half his face and exaggeratingly shouting: "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
Zhao Mengke knew he was acting, but out of concern, she stopped and stood with her hands on her hips, fuming.
Qin Hao sighed: "Upon hearing that Mengke's Baby was in trouble, I came thousands of miles and endured countless hardships on the way, but the first thing that happens when I get here is getting hit. My heart aches!"
"What are you aching for! I didn't even use any force!"
Zhao Mengke burst into laughter, raising her little fist to hit him again.
With Qin Hao's appearance, she felt much safer and returned to her playful, girlish self.
The man of her dreams was right in front of her, so real.
"Ahem!"
Suddenly, Lin Yuhan's coughing sound rang out.
Qin Hao turned his head and moved closer with a smile: "Don't be jealous, okay."
