'Forget delaying for an hour, even half an hour is an impossible task!'
Ji Ming's heart sank, but a sweet smile blossomed on his delicate, pretty face. "Is that so?" he said. "How does Senior plan on 'doting' on me?"
His voice was crisp and clear. Amidst its boundless innocence, there was a hint of anticipation and a touch of bashfulness, instantly transforming him into a shy young man.
The four people beside him who were familiar with Ji Ming's temperament all froze. Ximen Jianqiu's face twitched, almost convulsing. Fan Chengxin and the other two Tai Chi Disciples had a strange light flickering in their eyes, but none of them dared to interrupt.
"Hehehe... Interesting. What an interesting little fellow! When we get back, I must have you brought to me so I can properly, properly dote on you!" Guan Lijuan chuckled, her body shaking with laughter.
