"I may not have planned on getting married before, but that doesn't mean I'm not a man. I can't just be a perfect gentleman and remain completely unfazed while holding you!"
Xia Zhaoyun's face was beet red. She didn't dare move, but her eyes blazed with fury. Gritting her teeth, she hissed, "Huo Tianhao, you—you're being a hooligan!"
Huo Tianhao glanced at her and continued treating her other hand. Seeing her palm, which was practically a bloody mess, he got so angry he flicked her on the forehead. "What did you do to yourself? Acting like you're not the one who's in pain."
"That's right. I am being a hooligan. What about it?"
"You're allowed to tease me relentlessly, but the moment I do something about it, it's suddenly too much?"
He didn't bother hiding the thoughts that had been plaguing him for days and admitted it outright. "Comrade Xia Zhaoyun, do you have any idea what a devastating effect your looks, your voice, and even your little schemes have on a man?"
