He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth around Cheng Youran, wiping her tears with his sleeve, "You Ruran, please don't cry, it's my fault, all my fault, hit me if it makes you feel better, just keep hitting until you're satisfied, okay?"
Xiao Xichen brought his handsome face closer, "You can even hit here!"
A man willing to let you hit his face, needless to say, in front of you, he's truly willing to give up his dignity.
Cheng Youran cried even harder, turning her face away, "Who wants to hit you, go away."
"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, as long as you stop crying! You can ask me to do anything!" He turned to leave, but Cheng Youran suddenly raised her voice, "You stop right there!"
Xiao Xichen: "/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~You Ruran, what do you want me to do after all? Should I go or not?"
Cheng Youran wiped her tears dry, glaring at him angrily, tiptoeing to grab his ear, "Where did the hot air balloon come from? Where did the roses come from?"
