"If it wasn't for you suddenly letting go, would I have fallen?" Wen Qiao continued to glare at him, "Besides, didn't I manage not to fall?"
Fu Jinghen ignored the latter part of her statement and looked at her innocently, "Wasn't it you who told me to let go?"
"..."
Wen Qiao was speechless for a moment, unable to find a retort to Fu Jinghen's words.
She kicked her legs, "Put me down!"
Fu Jinghen didn't stop walking, and he patted her behind, "Don't move around, you might fall."
"..."
Wen Qiao only felt a flame ignite from the spot where Fu Jinghen had just patted, quickly spreading throughout her body.
The feisty fighting cock had suddenly lost steam, turning into a quiet little chick.
Fu Jinghen looked down at the little girl in his arms, very satisfied with the result.
Sitting down on the sofa with her in his arms, he encircled Wen Qiao to sit on his lap, slightly tilting his head to look at her, "Did I not perform well? Why does Qiaoqiao throw me away after using me?"
