Unable to resist his strength, Ye Jiuliang scrunched up her little face and complained, "Hey, hey, my hand hurts."
Li Mochan glared at her and playfully cursed, "Little rascal, you use this trick every time."
He was using skillful force to hold her hand, yet she claimed it hurt, who was she kidding?
"It really hurts, ouch…" Seeing that he wasn't falling for her trick, Ye Jiuliang changed tactics and shouted.
"My hand's gonna break, I won't be able to ride a motorcycle anymore."
Li Mochan watched her performance with a smirk, holding onto her hand but not responding.
She's putting on an act, so let her continue.
Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways to observe his expression, squinted her eyes yet couldn't squeeze out any tears. "Li Mochan, you weren't like this when you were wooing me, just knew you'd only love your child."
Li Mochan's face broke into a smile, his laughter rumbling from his throat, the grip on her wrist loosening slightly.
He really couldn't handle her.
