"You're lying! You do have!"
Nangong Mo: "…I really don't…"
The girl sat obediently on his lap, slightly raising her small face to look at him, her autumn-clear eyes misty, filled with grievance and stubbornness:
"If you hadn't fallen for some little beauty, why would you dislike me?"
Nangong Mo: "???"
"When have I ever said I disliked you?"
"Of course you wouldn't say it! But you want to scare me to death so you can marry a new love... And you dare say you don't dislike me? Hmm!"
Nangong Mo: "…"
When did he ever think of marrying a new love?!
Besides, isn't this little girl usually fearless and bold?
But…
Looking at the girl with her coy and proud little expression, Nangong Mo felt a bit guilty and pursed his lips. He raised his hand, a flick of finger wind shot out, and the ghost behind him instantly fell to the ground, then was blown away by a gust of wind.
The man raised his hand, gently pinched the girl's cheeks tinted with a rosy hue from drunkenness, and whispered:
