"Ouch, ouch, don't pinch my face, it hurts!"
Zoe cried out with her eyes closed, tears hanging at the corners of her eyes.
Li Ang withdrew his hand, feeling a bit annoyed and wanting to knock on her forehead, but this time he really wanted to use some force. However, because she was wearing the serpent-scale jeweled circlet on her forehead, there was nowhere to strike.
"I told you I could take it down, but you still went and did something so dangerous."
"I, I was doing it for..."
Touching her little face, Zoe's voice grew softer and softer, full of grievance.
But then she remembered something, and a smile spread across her face, which now resembled that of a puppet crafted by the divine spirits.
She suddenly jumped up, hugging Li Ang, her arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, burying her face into his shoulder.
"It's great! The crisis is resolved! Now, now we can—"
"Hey, hey, get down, whoa!"
