"When did you become so soft?" Ning Zihuan pushed the bicycle as he left the school gate, Yun Ya sitting on the back seat, the gentle breeze lifting the hem of her skirt, blowing through the flower season of teenage years.
"Smack with one hand and sweeten with the other, you taught me that. Even if we need to discipline her, there are many ways. Why leave a handle in front of so many people? Otherwise, you'll be scolded by the headmaster again tomorrow." The corners of the girl's lips lifted slightly, showing a trace of mischief amidst her innocence.
Ning Zihuan snorted softly, "I'm not afraid at all. I was surprised at how harshly you slapped, tsk tsk...you've impressed me...."
"You're still talking about it, if it wasn't because of you." Yun Ya said, pinching his waist.
Ning Zihuan quickly pleaded, "Yes, yes... it's my fault. I'll explain it to everyone tomorrow. If anyone dares to gossip about you, I'll cut their tongue out." His tone was full of malice.
