Si Mingjing’s eyes suddenly widened. ...???
A man whose presence could dominate everyone in broad daylight was actually holding her and shedding tears. Really?
Was his tear threshold really that low?
Could it be that Xiaobai’s mother looked exactly like her?
This had to be the biggest blunder in history!
Si Mingjing paused for a moment. Aren’t all dragons supposed to look ?
She felt an urge to roll her eyes.
This man mistook his own wife for someone else and was now crying with such deep affection. She was truly speechless!
Si Mingjing, in her adorable Little Dragon form, pawed at Mo Yinhe’s handsome face with her small dragon claws. She tilted her fluffy little head, pointed her little dragon tail at the semi-transparent Force Field Protective Shield, and said in a voice utterly different from her adult self—soft and timid like a child’s, "Open."
Mo Yinhe followed the direction her little tail indicated, saw the Force Field Protective Shield, and abruptly laughed through his tears.
One moment he was overwhelmed with the emotion of a long-awaited reunion; the next, he seemed like the most wicked villain, rubbing her incredibly cute little Dragon Horns with his well-defined jaw. He spoke with nonchalant ease, "Baby, so you were trapped by the protective shield?"
"I need to pee." Si Mingjing really couldn’t stand her own soft, timid, child-like voice, but she told herself she had to endure it.
If she couldn’t sell the cuteness, how could she ever escape?
To her utter surprise, after Mo Yinhe pinched her shiny little Dragon Horns, he suddenly stood up and pulled out a small potty from under the bed.
Si Mingjing stared at the small potty, her eyes nearly popping out in shock. Has this man lost his mind?
Why would he hide a potty under the bed?
Does he possess prescient abilities?
Mo Yinhe, having suppressed his deep longing, embraced her—who was ready to erupt at any moment—and gently traced circles on her light pink belly with his fingertip. "Baby, go ahead and pee. Everything you might want is under the bed. Anything your little mind could conceive of, I’ve already prepared for you."
... Si Mingjing didn’t believe it.
Her petite, chibi-style adorable self, using all four paws, jumped off the bed and poked her fluffy little head under it to investigate.
A potty, a child’s toilet seat, a whole box of snacks, even an induction cooker with bowls and spoons—all were neatly arranged and categorized.
It’s small, but it has everything!
He’d hidden every conceivable daily necessity under the bed! Is this man sick or what?
Not even a hamster is this prepared!
"What did you prepare all this for?" Si Mingjing gritted her teeth.
Mo Yinhe didn’t speak, only chuckled softly.
He lay back on the bed, stretched out a long arm, and with one hand, plucked the fiercely teeth-gritting, chibi-style adorable Little Dragon from under the bed and placed her back on it.
His deep voice was infuriatingly gentle. "Baby, how could I not know all the little schemes brewing in that head of yours? Be good. Don’t get any funny ideas. You can’t escape."
His gentle voice carried a hidden warning.
Of all the things she’d calculated, she hadn’t foreseen that Xiaobai’s mother was also so crafty—so much so that this man was already thoroughly prepared?
To think she’d capsize in such a shallow ditch!
Defeated, Si Mingjing lay sprawled on the man’s chest. She felt like a frustrated little creature who had exhausted all its tricks only to find it still couldn’t escape the Buddha’s palm. All pretense of cuteness and charm vanished. She suddenly bared two rows of snow-white teeth at Mo Yinhe, her expression fierce, her true nature revealed, her eyes as ferocious as a tiger’s.
She was absolutely furious!
This man wasn’t just toxic; he specialized in countering her!