Yun Qiluo sniffled and then glared at him with tear-filled eyes: "You’re being mean to me again!"
"I wasn’t being mean to you."
Yun Qiluo didn’t believe him: "You clearly just..."
"I didn’t know it was you."
Yan Yan lazily explained, realizing that he truly had patience when faced with this little one.
More patience than ever before.
Especially whenever he saw her cry, all her anger would just dissipate.
Yun Qiluo stopped halfway through crying, then tentatively glanced at him: "You really didn’t know it was me?"
Yan Yan thought she looked so pitiful and cute .
He reached out and pinched her reddened nose: "Hmm, I thought it was someone else."
It wasn’t the first time a maid had sneaked into his room while he was asleep.
Though he always noticed them right as they entered.
But this kind of thing happened quite a few times, so just now, the moment he realized someone was on his bed, Yan’s first reaction was to think some reckless person had barged in.
Yun Qiluo sniffled, stopping her tears, though she was still hiccupping and couldn’t calm down right away.
Her red, wet eyes stared straight at him.
Yan Yan held her, adjusting to a comfortable position, then rested his chin back on her shoulder.
Looking at her fair little face, he suddenly asked: "Unhappy?"
Yun Qiluo pursed her lips, shook her head, then paused and nodded.
Yan Yan found it amusing; was she happy or unhappy?
He could tell it wasn’t just because he didn’t come back for dinner tonight.
This little one may sometimes be capricious, but she wasn’t an unreasonable person.
Yun Qiluo shook her head: "No one."
She wouldn’t be so easily bullied.
Thinking about the maid’s bleeding arm, she wrinkled her little nose. Hmph, it was more like she bullied that maid instead.
After a while, she suddenly sneaked a glance at him.
Then cautiously asked: "Beautiful woman, are you planning to leave me?"
Yan Yan encircled her from behind, playing with her hands.
At this, he paused, a hint of danger flickering in his foxy eyes, though his tone remained gentle:
"Tell me, who told you that?"
"Two maids said it," Yun Qiluo, not good at lying to him, quickly confessed, "They said I act like a child every day, just snacking and getting into trouble, and that you picked me up as a plaything and would eventually abandon me."
As she spoke, Luo Luo felt more and more aggrieved and upset, her voice became increasingly choked, with a soft sob that could break a person’s heart.
"I know I’ve caused you trouble, you spent a lot of money on the trending topic..."
"But I’ve already uninstalled Weibo, beautiful woman, if you don’t like it, I won’t play with it anymore," she sobbed as she spoke, then tugged at his sleeve, looking at him with big, hopeful eyes, "Please don’t hate me, okay?"
Yan Yan lowered his eyes and softly said: "I don’t hate you."
He just felt this soft version of her melted his heart.
He wished he could hold her tightly and smother her with affection.
He simply reached out and pinched her smooth little face, murmuring: "Don’t listen to their nonsense."
Yun Qiluo wrinkled her little face: "Then about the Weibo incident..."
"I just didn’t want you to show your face," the man’s gaze slightly oscillated, giving a random excuse, "Aren’t you afraid of being captured if you show your face? It’s easy to get caught."