"Xiao Ning," Qin Yushen gently prodded Song Yan Ning with his finger.
"Hmph!" Song Yan Ning hummed, ignoring Qin Yushen.
"I know I was wrong, can you forgive me? I'll kneel on an abacus, kneel on durians for you," Qin Yushen whispered in her ear, drawing closer to Song Yan Ning.
Song Yan Ning pushed away Qin Yushen's head with her hand and glared at him fiercely, "Stop bothering me." She wasn't about to pay him any attention after he scared her like that.
Qin Yushen scooped up Song Yan Ning in his arms and began walking toward the Transmission Hall.
"Let go of me," Song Yan Ning struggled a few times, and when she saw it was no use, she pinched Qin Yushen hard in his waist.
"Wife, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again. Please forgive me, okay?" Qin Yushen pleaded with a pitiful look as he gazed at Song Yan Ning.
