Zhi’er, acting like a little adult, poked his head.
"Don’t make a fuss, I’m here to help you!"
Bai Xingye was furious: "Get up!"
Zhi’er said in a childish voice, "As long as you don’t run, I’ll get up."
"Fine, I won’t run!" Yeah, right!
Zhi’er slowly stood up, and Bai Xingye immediately tried to dash forward!
However, the little one seemed to anticipate it. She reached out her chubby hands and firmly grabbed Bai Xingye’s clothes!
There was a loud ripping sound!
Bai Xingye’s robe was pulled open, revealing his little white belly.
The wind blew, and the tattered cloth hanging from his side fluttered a couple of times.
The two little children, both quite young, exchanged a glance.
Zhi’er looked innocent, while Bai Xingye seemed like he wanted to die.
The little one explained in a soft voice, "You said you wouldn’t run."
Bai Xingye was so frustrated he wanted to bang his head against the ground!
"If you keep forcing me, I’ll die to show you! I’ll, I’ll jump into the lake, hit the wall, drink cold water and get sick!" He angrily grabbed his hair, as if he couldn’t stop his agitation.
Two soft little hands, with a cool touch, cupped his face.
Bai Xingye was stunned.
He stared blankly, Zhi’er’s little face was very close.
The little one, in a coaxing tone, said, "Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, you said there was a ghost in your room, so I came to check."
"Hmm, let me see... Weird, it doesn’t seem like you’re possessed~"
She was skilled in dealing with both frantic cats and people.
Bai Xingye looked at her pretty little face up close.
With a round contour, fine eyebrows, big eyes, skin white like flour, and long, curly lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Bai Xingye blushed for some reason.
He pushed away Zhi’er’s little hands and turned aside, clenching his fists.
"I’m not possessed, nor have I seen a ghost."
Zhi’er tilted her head: "Huh? Then why were you shouting there was a ghost in the room just now?"
Bai Xingye gritted his teeth and glanced at her: "Because I didn’t want to be locked in, I was tricking the maid."
The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became.
Zhi’er blinked with a somewhat comprehending look: "Why do they want to lock you up?"
When it came to this topic, Bai Xingye was visibly unhappy.
His eyes were dark and gloomy, and although he was young with a boyish face, it carried a heavy depression.
As Bai Xingye spoke, he looked sideways at the little one, a self-mocking smile appearing on his lips: "I really am sick, when I go crazy, I almost hurt my father, so you’d better not come over again."
Zhi’er thought for a moment, then suddenly pounded her right fist into the palm of her left hand.
She said softly, "Right! This method is great, why didn’t I think of it before?"
Bai Xingye immediately frowned, looking at her suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"
"Scaring people! You grab a knife, and the other person would definitely be scared, never daring to act up again!"
Third Uncle is so timid; he’d definitely be scared of this!
Zhi’er happily grabbed Bai Xingye’s hand: "Come on, let’s go scare him for fun! Should we get a sword or go to the kitchen for a cleaver? Which one feels better to you?"
Bai Xingye walked with her for two steps before realizing what she meant.
This three-and-a-half-year-old little girl was actually leading him to kill!?
"Let go of me! I’m not going!" Bai Xingye hurriedly struggled.
Zhi’er used all her strength to hold onto him tightly.
The two kids began a tug-of-war.
In the end, Bai Xingye desperately shouted loudly, "Dad, Mom, help!"