Lu Qing heard Qin Miaomiao's words, and his eyes suddenly became gentle. He couldn't help but cover her fingers with his: "I'm fine. It's just an irrelevant outsider, not enough to affect my mood."
"But your brows are all furrowed. I really want to smooth out your furrowed brows."
Lu Qing heard her words and suddenly laughed: "Are you going to use an iron to smooth my brows?"
Qin Miaomiao was surprised by his words, suddenly recalling the iron at home, and then gently hit his arm: "What? I'm worried about you, and you're joking with me."
"Are you mad?"
Lu Qing looked at Qin Miaomiao, who was pretending to be angry, and affectionately pinched her puffed-up cheeks, smiling as he pulled her into his arms: "You really believed I was teasing you."
"I know you were teasing me. I think it's better for us to see Lu Xing less often. I don't want you frowning because of him. It would make me feel bad."
