Wen Ran couldn't stand his innocent facade the most, and she glared at him without any pity, "Do you dare say I'm wrong?"
"I wouldn't dare." He said, suddenly reaching out to poke her puffed-up cheek.
Wen Ran was so taken aback by the poke that she momentarily forgot what she wanted to say.
She didn't react in time, so the other cheek got poked as well.
"What are you doing?" Wen Ran slapped his hand away, quickly retreating three steps. She still remembered how his hand had sliced the Snake Demon into pieces with a knife, and in her moment of outrage, she forgot this guy was dangerous.
Shen Wu rubbed his fingertips, unable to describe the soft feeling, though it was much smoother than the few fruits still in his other hand.
Being slapped by her hand didn't make him draw his knife out directly; instead, he looked aggrieved, "Everyone knows I'm deeply in love with Ranran, but only Ranran doesn't appreciate it, which truly breaks my heart."
